My Fiancé's Scandals Never End, So I Married His Uncle Instead-Chapter 133: Sharing a Bed

Celia Sterling’s gaze fell on the man, her face filled with surprise. She couldn’t help but murmur:

"Silas?"

From an armchair in the lounge area, Silas Norwood looked up. His amber eyes, shimmering with a soft glow, seemed to envelop her completely. His voice was as gentle and calm as ever:

"Mmm, it’s me."

Once she was sure it was him, Celia Sterling’s exhaustion vanished instantly. A joyful smile bloomed on her face as she walked over to him. "So when you said you had a business trip... you meant here?"

Silas readily admitted, "I came to keep my girlfriend company."

Celia gave a soft cough. "We’ve only been apart for a few days."

"It’s the honeymoon phase. Without Cece by my side, every day feels like a year." Silas rose elegantly and gestured to his side. A group of bodyguards immediately dispersed. He reached out, pulling Celia Sterling into his arms. "Come on, I’ll walk you back to your room."

"Where are you staying, Silas?" Celia asked casually.

"I haven’t booked a room yet. I just got here."

"Then just stay here. I think the room next to mine is still empty." Celia held out her hand to him. "Give me your ID."

Silas slowly handed her his ID.

Celia took his hand and led him to the front desk, passing over the ID. "I’d like to book a room for my boyfriend. On the same floor, preferably right next to mine."

The receptionist didn’t take the ID, her tone apologetic. "I’m sorry, Miss, but the hotel is fully booked."

"Fully booked?" Celia was taken aback. "I remember there were plenty of empty rooms just yesterday."

"I’m very sorry, but we really are full." The receptionist offered a polite suggestion. "The nearest hotel, the Serenity Hotel, should have rooms. If you’re in a hurry, Miss, you could consider that as a backup option."

Celia had passed the hotel the receptionist mentioned on her way to the base when she first arrived. It was a three-star hotel. Not only were its facilities subpar, but it was also over ten kilometers away.

The base was in the suburbs, far from the city. Consequently, the hotels out here were a far cry from the ones downtown. Besides the five-star hotel she was staying at, the few other options were guesthouses and three-star hotels. It went without saying that someone as accustomed to luxury as Silas Norwood wouldn’t be comfortable there.

Just then, a few other guests dragging suitcases came up to inquire about rooms, and the receptionist politely turned them away for the same reason.

Seeing this, Celia said to the receptionist, "In that case, just register him to my room. He’ll be staying with me for the next two days."

Silas didn’t say a word throughout the exchange, appearing to respect and accept whatever arrangements Celia made. Once the receptionist was done, Celia tugged his hand and led him toward the elevator.

"Let’s go, Silas."

The two of them disappeared into the elevator.

The landline at the front desk rang. The receptionist picked it up. "Hello, Manager."

"Is the online booking system down?" The manager did not sound pleased. "I’ve received over a dozen calls in the last hour from people saying they can’t book a room. Why wasn’t an issue this major reported to the IT department?"

"Manager, a guest booked out all of our vacant rooms an hour ago. The full payment has already been processed. I was just about to report this to you."

The manager fell silent for a moment. "Who was it? Why wasn’t I informed?"

"The general manager himself called and instructed me to process it. As for the client’s identity, he only said it was a distinguished guest from Metropia and that their identity was to remain confidential."

Hearing it was a direct order from the general manager, the manager stopped questioning. "Very well. All hotel staff are to provide this guest with the best possible service. I recall one or two of those booked rooms haven’t had their linens changed yet. Arrange for someone to handle that. We must ensure the guest feels completely at home."

"Actually," the receptionist said softly, "they only booked the rooms. They aren’t checking in."

The manager paused again. "All right. Understood."

「Inside the suite.」

Celia Sterling watched as Silas laid his suitcase flat in a corner and began taking out his clothes, one by one, to hang in the closet right in front of her. She mused aloud:

"Have you ever been to Rhovan before, Silas?"

"No," Silas replied quietly. "The Norwood Family’s business is extensive. It’s usually the marketing and sales departments that travel for work."

"I was planning on heading back the day after tomorrow. But since you came all this way, Silas, should I show you around for a few days?"

"I didn’t come here to sightsee." Silas’s gaze dropped to the bottom of his suitcase, where he spotted a box of adult products that Assistant Thorne must have snuck in at some point. He calmly blocked Celia’s view, tucked the box into a side compartment, then picked up a bathrobe and leisurely stood up. His tone was serious. "I came specifically to take Cece back to Metropia."

Celia couldn’t help but laugh. "Well, it just so happens I’m almost finished here. What if I still had a lot to do? Were you going to forcibly drag me back home, Silas?"

"I wouldn’t dare." Silas sighed softly. "However long Cece is busy, that’s how long I’ll stay and keep you company. I’m not busy these days, anyway."

"You’re often ’not busy,’ Silas." Celia gave him a thoughtful look. ’I wonder if that’s true or not,’ she thought.

Silas avoided the question. He slipped on the pair of slippers he’d brought with him and elegantly undid a few buttons on his shirt. "I’m going to take a shower."

Celia’s gaze fell on the firm, sexy musculature peeking from behind his shirt. She cleared her throat. "Oh. Okay."

Ten minutes later, Silas emerged from the bathroom, his skin still damp, wearing a low-cut V-neck bathrobe. His voice was gentle. "I’m done. Your turn, Cece. The floor is wet, so be sure to step on the bathmat."

With that, he walked over to the closet as if it were his own. His eyes swept over a few sexy women’s robes before his slender, well-defined fingers hooked a white one that matched his own style. He paused, then asked with perfect composure:

"Where’s your lingerie?"

Celia fanned her suddenly flushed face. "In the suitcase."

Silas bent down, opened the pink suitcase on the bottom shelf of the closet, and took out a pouch containing a black lace set. He then placed it, along with the bathrobe, into Celia’s arms with a perfectly straight face.

Celia glanced at what was the sexiest lingerie set in her suitcase. "You certainly know how to pick them. Did you do that on purpose?"

"No." Silas paused. "Each one has a different clasp on the back. I don’t know how to undo the others... yet."

Celia shot him a mock-reproachful look before padding barefoot across the carpet and into the bathroom.

Silas watched her back disappear through the bathroom door. He stared quietly at her indistinct silhouette against the frosted glass for a full two minutes before finally tearing away his darkening gaze. He returned to the closet, bent down again, and casually picked up another, front-clasping bra. After studying it for several minutes, he slowly closed the suitcase.

When Celia came out, Silas was already sitting elegantly propped against the headboard, occupying half of the bed. The soft duvet was turned down on the empty side, the other pillow nestled close to his.

Seeing he had no intention of mentioning separate sleeping arrangements, Celia decided to tease him. "You know, Silas, the sofa here is quite large. Over seven and a half feet long."

"I’ll sleep on the sofa tomorrow. I’m a bit tired from the flight today." Silas patted the space beside him. "Cece, come here."

Celia pulled her bathrobe tighter. After a brief hesitation, she got into bed.