Entangled in the Night: Unable to Escape Him-Chapter 134: Have You Ever Truly Loved Him?

Chloe didn’t want to pay him any attention, and pushed Mrs. Nash into the car.

That Mrs. Nash could come back alive was all thanks to Silas and a few others who had helped.

To show his gratitude, Mr. North wanted to cook for them himself.

Early that morning, just after Chloe helped her mother wash up, she heard the doorbell ring.

She hurried over to open the door.

Silas was standing at the door with Julian, hands full with all kinds of things.

Chloe was a bit surprised: "What are you up to?"

Silas’s face was gentle, "Didn’t Uncle say he wanted to treat us? I helped him buy the groceries."

Julian handed Chloe a pink box: "Mom, this is matcha cake Dad bought for you. He said it’s your favorite."

That one sentence made Chloe’s heart clench tightly.

The one who loved matcha cake was Sienna. Was Silas testing her, or was it just a coincidence?

Chloe didn’t let anything show on her face, instead she smiled and led Julian inside by his little hand.

"Thank you, sweetheart. We’ll have it together later."

At that "sweetheart," a smile lit up at the corner of Silas’s lips.

He passed by Chloe carrying the things, leaned over, and whispered in her ear: "You’re welcome."

After saying that, he walked into the kitchen carrying the groceries.

Chloe froze on the spot, taking several seconds to understand.

So Silas thought that her "thank you, sweetheart" was meant for him.

She was so mad she bit her lip.

Julian blinked his big, shiny black eyes at her: "Mommy’s not angry, Daddy’s just being full of himself. I’m Mommy’s real sweetheart."

Chloe smiled and ruffled his hair. "That’s right, you’re Mommy’s only sweetheart. Go play with Grandma, I’ll go help in the kitchen."

"Okay, Mommy, don’t worry. I’ll take good care of Grandma."

Julian trotted off with his little legs to Mrs. Nash’s bedroom.

Seeing how much more he talked these days, Chloe felt both comforted and a little reluctant.

She’s comforted that Julian is getting better, which means she can leave soon.

But the thought of leaving made her insides ache as if being torn in half.

For Julian, she always felt a special kind of love. Even though she met Fries earlier, she never had this feeling for Fries.

Maybe, just as Caden said, she’d been channeling all her longing for her son onto Julian.

She sometimes wondered, if only Julian was truly her son, how wonderful that would be.

But reason would always drag her back out of her fantasies.

Julian was Silas’s child by another woman.

And her own son...

Just thinking about it made Chloe’s eyes turn wet.

Right then, Caden called.

She immediately answered.

"Chloe, I have some news to tell you. You can’t cry."

Chloe sensed something bad—she had already guessed what Caden was about to say.

She forced back the tension inside. "Go ahead."

Caden was silent for a few seconds: "I had someone look into it. The Nightingale Alliance did go to the war zone and rescued a few people, but they only saved two men and a woman—no children. So..."

Even though she had expected this, Chloe’s tears still couldn’t be stopped.

Ever since learning this news, she had dreamed every night.

In her dreams, a little boy always ran toward her, calling out "mommy" as he ran.

The boy looked a lot like Julian.

But it was only a dream after all, her son had not been rescued.

Chloe tried hard to hold back her sorrow, her voice breaking: "I know."

Caden sounded worried: "Sienna, you promised me not to cry, don’t go back on your word."

Chloe wiped away her tears and said, "I’m not. The chances were always slim, I didn’t let myself hope too much."

"That’s good. Wait for me, I’ll bring you something tasty when I get back."

After hanging up, Chloe walked into the bedroom and took off her necklace.

She opened the oval locket and looked at the photo inside of her and her son, her voice hoarse to the point of breaking.

"Baby, Mommy really misses you."

Every time the night fell quiet, she would recall that one month spent with her son.

Because she hadn’t had enough to eat while she was pregnant, her son was just over five pounds when he was born.

Wrinkled all over, and not cute at all.

But she adored him regardless—after all, he was her son, born in the midst of war.

She swore she would do anything to raise him well.

There were no nutritional supplements in the war zone, so she could only eat more, drink more soup, just to make sure there was enough milk for him.

Luckily, her milk supply obliged, and there was enough for him to eat.

The little guy changed by the day; his wrinkled little face gradually plumped out.

His eyes got bigger by the day, too.

On the twenty-first day, he smiled at her for the first time.

Back then, Sienna felt the whole world was beautiful.

She was so excited she couldn’t sleep a wink that night.

She thought, her son would surely grow up handsome; the first time he called her "Mommy" would be a lovely sound.

But before she ever saw any of that, her son was gone.

At the thought, Chloe’s heart felt like it was being torn apart.

She clutched her son’s photo tightly, buried her face in her knees, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

Silas happened to pass by her room and caught the scene.

He saw Chloe staring dazedly at the necklace, saw her hugging the photo in tears.

He knew the necklace held Chloe’s most beloved person.

The girl who once loved him with all her heart, now held another man’s photo, sobbing with longing.

Silas felt a stabbing pain in his chest, almost unbearable.

His Sienna had come back to him, but in her heart, there was someone else.

Her love for him had long since vanished—otherwise, she wouldn’t treat him like a stranger she barely recognized.

Thinking of this, sadness clouded Silas’s eyes.

He wanted to get rid of everyone around Sienna, so her world would have only him.

But he was afraid that would scare her, that she would leave him again, like she did five years ago.

He had searched for five years, finally found her; he couldn’t bear to lose her again.

Silas forced down the emotions in his heart, walked up to Chloe, and gently stroked her head.

His voice was low and hoarse: "Shouldn’t I be the one crying?"

Hearing his voice, Chloe jerked up her head, tears still glistening in her eyes.

She stared into Silas’s fathomless eyes, her heart thumping.

When had he come in? Had he seen her crying over her son’s photo?

The thought made Chloe’s voice tense.

"Don’t you know to knock before entering someone else’s bedroom?"

Silas sat down beside her, his gaze deep and fixed on her. "Do you love Albie Kane very much?"

Chloe put away the necklace, composing herself, though her voice was still heavy with tears.

"He’s my husband. If I don’t love him, who would I love?"

Hearing this, hurt flashed across Silas’s eyes, too raw to hide.

"But you once loved another man deeply. How did you manage to forget him? Or...did you never really love him at all?"