My Fiancé's Scandals Never End, So I Married His Uncle Instead-Chapter 65: The Wrong Way to Be Protective

After lunch, the two of them returned to their room.

They both carried the fishy scent of the sea from their time fishing, so Silas opened the closet, grabbed a set of pajamas, and headed into the bathroom first. The view through the frosted glass door wasn’t as clear or suggestive during the day as it was at night. Celia could only make out a blurry silhouette. She calmly sat on the sofa, scrolling on her phone while she waited for him.

The picture of the two fish she’d posted that morning had received quite a few likes. Celia glanced over them and noticed Rivermoon’s familiar profile picture. In addition to liking the post, he’d also left a comment:

Rivermoon: "My wife also caught two just like those." It was rare for him to add them, but the text was followed by three demure smiley emojis.

The mogul rarely typed so much, and this was the first time he’d ever used emojis. Clearly, the two fish had stirred his doting-husband sentiments.

Celia had been worried about finding a new topic to connect with the mogul. At the sight of this, her spirits lifted, and she quickly opened her chat window with Rivermoon:

Cece: "Your wife went fishing too? I made soup with the ones I caught. The fish from that part of the sea are delicious."

Five minutes passed with no reply. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Silas walked out of the bathroom, looking as handsome as ever—a picturesque sight of a beautiful man fresh from his bath. But since it was broad daylight, he was mindful of his appearance. His bathrobe was tied neatly, and his hair was already half-dry. Celia stood up, grabbed her clothes from the wardrobe, and went into the bathroom as well.

When she came out, Silas was trying to get comfortable on the sofa. For a man who was nearly six-foot-three, a four-foot sofa was a poor match. Even with his long legs propped up on the armrests, there was no way he could rest well.

Her heart ached for him a little. "Silas, you should take the bed. I’ll sleep on the sofa."

"I can’t let a girl sleep on the sofa." Silas was unmoved. He even closed his eyes to rest, his tone tinged with a lazy weariness. "Go on, Cece. Go sleep on the bed."

Celia hesitated, glancing at the bed. It was a massive, 2.2-meter-wide king-sized bed. Even if they each took a side, there would still be plenty of space between them.

’Getting proper rest before their dive was crucial for their safety.’

After a brief internal struggle, she placed the two pillows on opposite sides of the bed. She then gently tugged on Silas’s sleeve. Too embarrassed to speak, she simply pointed toward the bed.

Silas stared at the bed for a long moment, his unreadable gaze then falling on Celia’s face. He didn’t speak either, but he rose and lay down primly on the very edge of the bed.

Celia lay down on the other side with her back to Silas, her face flushed hot. She silently pulled the covers up over her head. "G-going to sleep," she mumbled.

Silas hummed softly in reply.

A long silence followed, broken only by the sound of their breathing. Celia didn’t know how long the secret restlessness churned within her before she finally gave in and drifted off to sleep.

She slept for several hours.

Silas, however, found it hard to fall asleep. Thanks to Kian Sterling, he’d only gotten two hours of sleep that morning. Then, he’d spent the entire morning focused on keeping Celia happy while they fished, which had been surprisingly taxing. He should have been exhausted.

But here he was, lying in the same bed with her. Even without doing a single thing, just looking at the delicate curve of her back was enough to make him burn with a restless heat, his mouth going dry.

’He’s getting old,’ he thought. ’He really can’t handle being tempted like this anymore.’

He had no choice but to get up and take another shower. He stayed under the water for a full hour, running himself to the point of exhaustion, to finally suppress the indecent thoughts plaguing his mind.

When Celia finally woke up, feeling refreshed and fully rested, she discovered that Silas was still asleep.

His normally fair skin seemed to have a trace of paleness, and there were faint, dark circles under his eyes. He was lying on his side facing her, his handsome features holding an ethereal quality. His lips, usually a faint color, now held an indescribable touch of sensuality.

Celia didn’t have the heart to wake him.

About an hour later, Silas finally opened his eyes. His cool, profound amber eyes instantly sharpened the harmless, peaceful look he’d had while sleeping. But when his gaze fell on Celia, his entire demeanor softened.

"Did you sleep well, Silas?" Celia asked.

Silas murmured a quiet affirmation. He got out of bed, picked up one of the matching couple’s cups from the nightstand to take a sip of water, and seemed to become fully awake.

"Come on, let’s go for a walk." He reached out and wrapped his arm around Celia’s waist. It felt soft beneath his palm, and she didn’t stiffen or seem awkward at all. Clearly, she had grown accustomed to this level of intimacy between them.

So Silas, pushing his luck, tightened his hold around her.

The appraisal event on the cruise ship had been going on for over an hour and was now winding down.

The club members were gathered in small groups of a dozen or so, chatting and laughing animatedly. Laid out before them were product samples from various companies. The categories were diverse, the packaging was exquisite, and a quick glance revealed they were all well-known, familiar brands.

Celia looked around. "These members brought out quite a lot of things."

She pulled Silas toward a relatively familiar table in the corner. Most of the people there were the "young masters" from his bodyguard detail, with only three or four actual club members mixed in.

Compared to the other tables, this one looked rather pathetic. The bodyguards were just grouped together making small talk, none of them displaying any products. The three or four actual members, however, were quite enthusiastic, constantly inviting everyone to try their samples.

They weren’t getting any takers.

Celia looked at Silas, who had stopped in his tracks with a cold and distant expression. "What is it?"

Silas’s gaze fell on a still-attractive female member at that table. "Two thousand for half an hour."

This was the aloof, unattainable man who couldn’t even be bothered to remember the names of the Metropia socialites who constantly paraded before him. Yet, thanks to one paltry hourly fee, he had firmly committed a woman he’d met only once to his mental blacklist.

At first, Celia had been indifferent about going over to that table.

But now, she felt an undeniable urge to go.

"Silas..." Her intention was obvious. "I need to see just who would treat you like that."

It wasn’t that Silas was afraid of causing trouble; he just found the woman distasteful. But since his girlfriend wanted to stick up for him, he decided to indulge her. "Let’s go."

Silas led Celia into that section of the event. With an unspoken understanding, the bodyguards had already cleared the most secure spot for them. They then resumed their "young master" personas, casually forming a loose protective perimeter.

The female member in question had locked her eyes onto Silas the moment he entered the hall. Seeing him hesitate before walking in her direction, she reflexively began to touch up her makeup. After Silas sat down, her eyes remained glued to his face as she took the initiative to greet him:

"Well, sweetie. We meet again."

Silas didn’t even deign to look at her.

Celia looked at the woman, who had to be in her thirties and was staring at Silas like a starving wolf. Recalling the woman’s stingy offer of two thousand for half an hour, she suddenly turned to Silas. Her tone took on the air of a cool, dominant woman:

"’Sweetie?’ What’s this? As my boyfriend, are you misbehaving the moment you’re out of my sight, accepting attention from so many other women? It seems the *two or three hours* you spend with me aren’t enough to wear you out..."

Silas stiffened slightly.

’To get some payback, did she really have to bring up the issue of ’duration’?’