Entangled in the Night: Unable to Escape Him-Chapter 35: Did You Think I Was Going to Molest You?
The two had just been soaked by the rain, their lips a bit chilly.
Feeling the familiar touch, the familiar breath, Chloe Nash was so startled that she hurriedly pushed Silas Prescott away.
Those beautiful eyes were filled with panic.
She stammered, "You, what do you want?"
Silas Prescott licked his lips with the tip of his tongue, a numbing sensation spread along his tongue.
Just like when he used to kiss Sienna Paxton.
Why does he feel this way about Chloe Nash too?
He stared at Chloe Nash’s anxious little face, remained silent for a long time, then said, "I just want to move the seat back a little, give you more space for applying the medicine. Dr. Nash, why do you think I want to do? Assault you?"
Hearing him say that, Chloe Nash’s rapidly beating heart gradually calmed.
Turns out she was overly tense.
She awkwardly pursed her lips, "I can apply the medicine myself."
Silas Prescott saw her like this and smiled lightly, "Dr. Nash really loves your husband, so much for maintaining virtues, but today it might not work, if your ankle is not treated promptly, it will get worse."
Chloe Nash looked at her somewhat swollen ankle, she naturally knew it was twisted and should promptly be treated to ease the muscle and blood.
But thinking about Silas Prescott helping her with these things, she felt a bit troubled.
They had too much physical contact in the past, she was afraid Silas Prescott might discover something.
But before she could speak, Silas Prescott had already taken off her shoe.
With one hand holding her foot, the other holding a bruise spray, he sprayed her ankle a few times.
Then his palm pressed on the swollen area and began to massage gently.
Feeling the pain, Chloe Nash instinctively clenched her fists.
Bit her lip tightly, not letting herself cry out.
Silas Prescott lifted his eyelids and saw Chloe Nash enduring the pain.
Her little face was scrunched up like a bun.
He revealed a wicked smile, unexpectedly increased the pressure.
The pain suddenly intensified, beyond what Chloe Nash could bear, she couldn’t help but let out a cry.
"Ah, it hurts."
Hearing her cry, Silas Prescott chuckled lightly, "I thought Dr. Nash didn’t have any pain sensation."
He eased the pressure and gently massaged Chloe Nash’s ankle.
Chloe Nash felt Silas Prescott’s palm growing warmer.
Causing her to involuntarily recall the moments they spent together.
Silas Prescott liked her legs the most.
Often holding her ankle, admiring.
Remembering these, Chloe Nash’s back broke out in a cold sweat, her hand gripping the hem of her clothes loosened then tightened again.
Just as she was tense, she saw Silas Prescott slowly lower his head, his mouth approaching her ankle.
Seeing this familiar scene, Chloe Nash thought Silas Prescott was going to kiss her.
Her instinctive reaction was resist.
Her foot kicked towards Silas Prescott, and it landed squarely against the scar on his chest.
Her force wasn’t light, caused Silas Prescott to groan involuntarily.
His body also curled slightly.
Silas Prescott lifted his head, eyes filled with astonishment, "Dr., is this repaying kindness with biting?"
Chloe Nash quickly retracted her leg, nervously asked, "What were you trying to do just now?"
Silas Prescott laughed lightly, "I just wanted to blow dry the ointment for you, didn’t expect such a big reaction from Dr. Nash. Am I seen as so sordid in your eyes?"
Hearing his explanation, Chloe Nash felt a bit embarrassed.
She took a disinfectant wipe from her bag and handed it to Silas Prescott, "Wipe your hands, thank you for handling it for me."
Silas Prescott took the wipe, slowly cleaning his fingers, his tone slightly lifted.
"And how much is Dr. Nash thinking of paying me this time?"
"Whatever you want, as long as it’s not asking for too much, I can afford it."
Hearing her say this, Silas Prescott paused, braced his arms on either side of Chloe Nash, leaned in toward her.
Their distance was so close, they could feel each other’s breath.
Silas Prescott stared at Chloe Nash’s embarrassed eyes, his tone slow, "Dr. Nash, why do you always try to draw a boundary with me? Have I hurt you before, making you so guarded against me?"
His words made Chloe Nash’s hands and feet go cold.
Silas Prescott’s intelligence was never to be underestimated, his thinking was always sharp.
Chloe Nash’s hands on the seat couldn’t help but tense up.
Trying not to let Silas Prescott notice her emotions.
She said faintly, "Sorry, been abroad for too long, some habits can’t be changed."
The corners of Silas Prescott’s mouth curled into a profound smile.
"Then may I give you a kind reminder, talking about money at this time really hurts feelings. If Dr. Nash wants to thank me, why not treat me to a meal."
The conversation had reached this point, if Chloe Nash refused again, it would seem too deliberate.
But she really didn’t want to spend time alone with Silas Prescott.
So she said, "I need to go to the hospital for an X-ray. Once my foot is healed, I’ll treat you to a meal."
Silas Prescott let out a soft laugh, "Alright."
Chloe Nash sat in Silas Prescott’s car to go back, her car was driven away by a valet.
Halfway there, Chloe Nash’s phone rang.
Seeing it was the class rep, she hesitated a bit then answered.
"Class rep, what’s up?"
Aaron Goodman’s voice boomed, "Chloe Nash, we’re planning a hiking trip this weekend. Are you free?"
Chloe Nash thought to herself, the timing of this foot injury couldn’t be more perfect.
Knowing she feared giving herself away, she didn’t want to meet classmates.
She said apologetically, "Sorry, I might not be able to go. I just twisted my ankle and I need to go to the hospital for an X-ray later."
"Oh, that’s unlucky! We have a classmate in orthopedics, I’ll connect you, you can go find him."
Chloe Nash was embarrassed to refuse Aaron Goodman’s enthusiasm, so she agreed.
Just as the car arrived downstairs, she saw a familiar figure.
Jett Sterling was dressed in black, standing at the hospital entrance.
Seeing her get out of the car, he immediately ran over.
With concern written all over his face, he asked, "Chloe Nash, what happened, where are you hurt?"
Before Chloe Nash could speak, Silas Prescott calmly interjected.
"She twisted her ankle a bit. I just applied medicine and massaged it for her, shouldn’t be a big problem, she just needs an X-ray to be sure."
He emphasized the word massage.
His leisurely tone carried a hint of ambiguity.
This irritated Jett Sterling.
He nudged Silas Prescott forcefully, "Stay away from her, every time she’s with you, she gets hurt. You’re simply incompatible."
Silas Prescott sneered, "Last time, your sister hurt her, this time, she accidentally fell, what does it have to do with me?"
He bent over to try to carry Chloe Nash upstairs, but was stopped by Jett Sterling.
"What are you doing, trying to take advantage?"
Silas Prescott justified, "She can’t walk."
"There’s no need for you to carry her."
With that, Jett Sterling took a wheelchair from a nearby nurse and pushed it to Chloe Nash’s side.
"The hospital is either her colleagues or classmates, if a stranger like you carries her, what will they say behind her back."
He spoke with conviction, as if considering Chloe Nash.
Silas Prescott gritted his back teeth silently, "Being with her ex-boyfriend won’t cause them to talk?"
"Even if we broke up, we’re still classmates, while you’re just a patient’s family member, understand?"
Jett Sterling proudly raised an eyebrow at Silas Prescott, then pushed Chloe Nash towards the hall.
Just as Jett Sterling said, as they walked a short distance, several classmates noticed them.
They came up to greet, "Chloe Nash, Young Master Sterling, are you back together again?"
Chloe Nash quickly replied, "No, he’s just helping."
"Ah, I wish you could get back together. You were the best match in school."
Upon hearing this, the seed of jealousy in Silas Prescott’s heart grew like wild grass.
He thought if he could silence them, they wouldn’t speak.
