Entangled in the Night: Unable to Escape Him-Chapter 204: The Son May Still Be Alive

Feeling his powerful heartbeat and the mesmerizing lines of his muscles, Lucy Rhodes felt as if something slammed into her heart, making it beat wildly.

She spent a long time mentally preparing herself on the way here, telling herself no matter what kind of Caden Sinclair she encountered, she must resist and complete the task at hand without getting distracted like before.

Lucy Rhodes forcefully suppressed the agitation in her heart and looked up to give Caden Sinclair a smile.

"You said it, you can’t go back on your word."

Her soft fingertips slowly moved down from Caden Sinclair’s chest, arriving at his perfectly arranged abs.

She lightly poked them, revealing an irrepressible expression in her beautiful eyes.

"These abs are amazing, much better than the male lead in my last version. If I draw it out based on you, it would become an instant hit right from the start."

Caden Sinclair’s Adam’s apple rolled uncontrollably, his voice turning a bit huskier.

"You could go further down; there’s something unexpected for you."

With that, Caden Sinclair directly pulled open his pajamas, revealing his entire body.

Despite having been intimate several times, Lucy Rhodes still couldn’t help but blush at such openness from Caden Sinclair.

She dared not look directly at him.

Seeing her reaction, Caden Sinclair held her head and whispered in her ear, "Can’t even look at the things you’ve tasted, Lucy Rhodes, when did you become so timid?"

Lucy Rhodes’ eyelashes quivered a few times: "Who said I can’t? It’s not like I haven’t seen it before; I watched action movies during school, those are a hundred times more intense than this."

Hearing her words, Caden Sinclair let out a low chuckle from his throat.

"Really? Then tell me, are the cartoons you watched better than what we have?"

His words made Lucy Rhodes’ already flushed cheeks even hotter.

She poked Caden Sinclair’s abdomen, "Stop seducing me, today I’m going to properly appreciate the feel, I won’t be swayed by you so easily."

Caden Sinclair nodded obediently, "Alright, whatever pose you want, I’ll cooperate."

As he said this, he nibbled on Lucy Rhodes’ ear.

A familiar tingling sensation quickly spread from her ear’s base.

A little man in her mind kept shouting at her: "Pounce on him, devour him."

Lucy Rhodes swallowed hard, forcibly quelling the heat in her heart.

She arranged a pose for Caden Sinclair, softly instructing, "Don’t move, I’ll go get the drawing board."

"Okay."

Caden Sinclair’s pale skin contrasted sharply with the black bathrobe.

He leaned against the wall at the bathroom door like a devil, showing off every muscle on his body.

Seeing him like this, Lucy Rhodes couldn’t help but internally jest, "Who can resist such a devilish man?"

She quickly fetched the drawing board and sat opposite Caden Sinclair to start sketching.

Every glance raised the temperature of her skin by a degree.

The intense visual stimulation, combined with her physical reaction, sparked a lot of inspiration in Lucy Rhodes.

She soon completed the male protagonist’s bathing sketch.

Looking at Caden Sinclair, then at the work on the board, she was pleasantly satisfied.

"When my comic hits big, I’ll treat you to a meal."

Caden Sinclair asked leisurely, "Can I move now?"

"Yes, I’m going to send it to the editor later..."

She meant to say she would send it to the editor for review, but before she finished speaking, she felt herself being lifted off the ground.

Her body could feel Caden Sinclair’s skin burning hot.

She struggled slightly, "Caden Sinclair, what are you doing, I still have things to finish."

Caden Sinclair gave a devilish smile, "You said I could move, now I’ll show you a live action film. Today, I’ll show you how much better domestic action films are compared to foreign ones."

With that, he tossed Lucy Rhodes onto the big bed.

A body that had long endured moved over her.

He lowered his head to bite Lucy Rhodes’ lips, his eyes filled with unquenchable desire.

"Baby, I’ve been holding back for long enough. Prepare yourself for the main feature."

That night was particularly long for Lucy Rhodes.

She spent the entire night living in an overseas action film, and she was the leading lady.

The male lead, Caden Sinclair, was more diligent than ever before.

Her ears were constantly filled with the sound of a man’s low grunts.

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In the morning, Silas Prescott finished dressing and walked out of the closet, only to see Sienna Paxton tossing and turning in bed, tears streaming down her face.

He quickly walked over, gazing at Sienna Paxton’s pained expression, and softly called out, "Sienna, are you having a nightmare?"

Sienna didn’t wake up, a sob came from her throat, "Baby, don’t go."

"Don’t leave mommy."

She spoke incoherently, and Silas Prescott couldn’t make out what she was saying.

He lowered his head and kissed a tear at the corner of Sienna Paxton’s eye, softly calling, "Sienna, Sienna."

This time, Sienna heard him, and she abruptly opened her eyes.

Her tearful eyes were full of hurt.

She stared at Silas Prescott’s face for a long time before realizing she had been dreaming.

In the dream, she saw her son again, for the fifth time now.

Ever since learning she couldn’t conceive, she had recurrent dreams of this image.

She softly called, "Brother."

Silas Prescott lowered his head and kissed her lips, "Yes, Brother’s here, tell me about your dream, what made you cry so much?"

Sienna tightly hugged Silas Prescott’s neck, her heart filled with a sourness.

She wanted to tell Silas that she dreamt of their son.

But if Silas knew that she couldn’t conceive due to complications from giving birth in a warzone and subsequent severe colds, he would blame himself.

His condition wasn’t stable yet; she couldn’t risk it.

Sienna sniffled, "I dreamt that the child I gave birth to went missing."

Silas chuckled softly, "Sienna, do you want our child that badly? How about I put in more effort every night?"

Sienna gently nodded.

She hoped to find Old Mr. Sinclair soon to cure her ailment.

She wanted to give Julian a sister, fulfilling his wish, and leave an heir for the Prescott Family for Silas.

Seeing how eagerly she wanted a child made Silas very happy.

He kissed Sienna’s cheek, smiling, "Shall we try once more?"

Sienna quickly shook her head, "I’m meeting Lucy today to visit the temple, to pray for Grandpa’s long life to a hundred."

Silas pinched her chin, "Go on, stay safe on the way."

After breakfast, Lucy Rhodes hadn’t returned yet.

Sienna gave her a call.

The phone rang for a long time before it was answered: "Sienna, Lucy is still asleep."

Upon hearing Caden Sinclair’s voice, Sienna Paxton wasn’t surprised.

She said softly, "I had planned to go to Serenity Temple with her for incense offerings, could you ask her if she’s still going?"

Caden Sinclair looked meaningfully at Lucy Rhodes, "She probably can’t make it."

After the action movie they played for so long last night, how could Lucy Rhodes have the energy to climb a mountain?

A single sentence made Sienna understand the implications in Caden’s words: "Then when she wakes up, let her know. I’ll go by myself."

After hanging up the phone, Sienna drove alone to Serenity Temple.

She came here firstly to pray for her grandfather, and on another matter, she wanted to perform a ritual for her son.

Hoping he could ascend to heaven soon and not linger any longer.

She approached the old monk in the temple and explained her purpose.

First, she prayed for her grandfather.

Then she gave the old monk her son’s birth details.

The old monk looked at her son’s birth details for a long time before handing the note back to Sienna.

With hands clasped together, he said, "Dear Lord, whom do you wish to perform this ritual for?"

"It’s for my son. He passed away before he was even a month old, and recently I’ve been dreaming of him, so I wanted to do a ritual for him."

The old monk slowly shook his head: "Dear Lord, please forgive me. I cannot perform the ritual for this person because there is a very strong possibility he is still alive."

Upon hearing this, Sienna looked at the old monk in disbelief, "Master, what do you mean by this? My son clearly died four years ago, how could he still be alive?"

The old monk clasped his hands together and said, "Dear Lord, what we see with our eyes may not be the conclusion. Anything is possible. It’s better for you to wait. If the child is alive, performing the ritual will shorten his lifespan."

Sienna didn’t know how to describe her current feelings.

Her eyes were already filled with tears.

This was the second time she had hope that her son might still be alive.

The last time was when she learned that The Nightingales had been to the war zone and rescued a few people.

However, later Caden Sinclair helped her investigate, and none of the people rescued were children.

If her son were still alive, he must have been saved by someone else.

This old monk was renowned for his spiritual practice, and Sienna had complete faith in his words.

She bowed deeply to the old monk, "Master, could you tell where my son is located?"

The old monk calculated with his fingers, then clasped his hands together, "In the southeast direction of this mountain."

Isn’t the southeast direction of this mountain precisely where Riverton is located?

Could it be that her son has always been nearby, but she just hadn’t noticed?

Thinking about this possibility, Sienna became very excited.

She quickly wiped away her tears and said, "Thank you, Master. Once I find my son, I’ll come to this temple and make offerings."

As she descended from the temple, she couldn’t wait to call Nathaniel Thorne.

The phone rang for some time before it was answered, "Sienna, what’s up?"

Sienna’s excitement made her voice tremble, "Brother Nathaniel, I want to ask for your help."

Hearing something amiss in her voice, Nathaniel’s concern grew: "Sienna, has something happened?"

"Where are you now? I’d like to talk to you in person."

She had only mentioned the war zone to Nathaniel and hadn’t spoken about the child. Now that she’s looking for her child, she can’t keep it from him any longer.

Hearing her urgent tone, Nathaniel glanced at the time, then said, "I have a meeting soon. Meet me at the police station entrance around noon, and we’ll talk then."

"Okay, see you later."

After hanging up the phone, Sienna felt her fingers tremble.

She took out a necklace, opened its locket, and gently caressed her son’s photo with her fingertip, whispering softly.

"Baby, mommy will definitely find you."

By noon, Nathaniel came out with a colleague and suddenly heard a woman’s voice from not far away.

"Brother Nathaniel."

Nathaniel looked in the direction of the voice and saw Sienna standing by the car, waving to him.

Nathaniel also raised his arm to gesture back at her.

A charming smile involuntarily spread across his lips.

His colleague couldn’t help but tease, "Captain Thorne, who is that, your girlfriend?"

"Looks that way. Have you ever seen Captain Thorne smile so widely?"

Nathaniel gave them a cold look, "Don’t talk nonsense. She’s a sister from a neighbor’s family; she has a boyfriend."

The colleague lost interest, "Oh, I thought she was your partner and was hoping you’d buy us a meal."

"Get what you want, it’s on me."

Nathaniel sent them a digital red envelope, and the two laughed mischievously, "Don’t worry, Captain Thorne. I won’t tell anyone about your lunch date with the pretty neighbor."

"If I hear any gossip, I’ll hold you accountable."

The two laughed and left.

One of the colleagues said, "That girl is the one in Captain Thorne’s wallet; I saw her once before."

"Really? Then why is she someone else’s girlfriend?"

"Captain Thorne was on a secret mission abroad, gone for ten years. Who would want to wait that long?"

"From my experience in romance, Captain Thorne still has feelings for her, but can’t express it because of his status."

Nathaniel approached Sienna, and although he wanted to ruffle her hair, he felt it wasn’t appropriate, so he slowly lowered his hand.

He smiled and asked, "Have you been waiting long?"

Sienna shook her head, "No, I just arrived. Brother Nathaniel, let’s go eat hotpot across the street, my treat."

"Alright."

The two of them sat down in a private room. Nathaniel poured Sienna a glass of water and then asked, "What do you need from me? I heard you crying just now."

Sienna’s dark eyes sparkled, and her fingers tightened around the cup.

"Brother Nathaniel, I want to ask you to help me find my son."

Upon hearing this, Nathaniel furrowed his brow, "Did Julian go missing?"

"Not Julian, Julian is a child Silas Prescott found. My son died in the war zone."

Sienna explained her son’s situation to Nathaniel and then asked, "Brother Nathaniel, how can I find my son?"

After hearing the story, Nathaniel felt a mix of emotions.

His dark eyes were filled with complex emotions.

He never knew what hardships Sienna had gone through, fleeing to the war zone to escape Silas Prescott.

Even after having a child, she didn’t dare return. Just how harsh had Silas been towards her back then?

If he had been there, he would never have let her suffer like this.

Nathaniel took a sip of tea, trying to steady his emotions.

He slowly raised his eyelids, "Even though I don’t believe in mysticism, for you, I’ll do my best to help. I’ll collect blood samples from all children of similar age in this city for a DNA comparison with you, but it will take time, so please don’t worry."

Hearing this, Sienna gratefully grabbed Nathaniel’s hand, "Thank you, Brother Nathaniel."

The door to their private room left a small gap, and Chase Hughes happened to pass by at that moment, capturing the scene.

He casually snapped a photo and sent it to Silas Prescott.