Entangled in the Night: Unable to Escape Him-Chapter 39: Sienna, Why Did You Lie to Me
Touching those soft lips again, feeling that familiar breath once more, all the emotions that Henry Prescott had buried deep in his heart for years surged up like a dam bursting.
His warm palm cupped Chloe Nash’s cheek as he lowered his head to press his lips against hers.
Chloe Nash thought she was dreaming, dreaming of Henry Prescott again.
She struggled hard a few times, trying to push him away, but her mouth simply refused to open.
The sensation suddenly made her realize this wasn’t a dream—this was actually happening.
She snapped her eyes open, and right in front of her was Henry Prescott’s impossibly handsome face.
And those eyes, filled with desire.
Seeing Henry Prescott like this, every nerve in Chloe Nash’s body went instantly taut.
She had no idea why Henry Prescott was kissing her.
Did he recognize her? Or did he just want to satisfy his desire?
Chloe Nash’s fists kept pounding against Henry Prescott’s chest, desperately wanting to break free from his grip.
No matter how hard she tried, it was all in vain.
Just like five years ago—no matter how much she resisted, she still couldn’t withstand Henry Prescott’s madness.
Henry Prescott grabbed her struggling wrists and pinned her down onto the sofa.
Not giving her the slightest chance to catch her breath.
The wild beast trapped in his heart for so many years was roaring, making every nerve in his body lose all control.
His palm was burning hot—so hot Chloe Nash couldn’t help but shiver all over.
Henry Prescott was completely out of control, and she suddenly foresaw what was about to happen.
In a panic, Chloe Nash seized her chance and bit Henry Prescott hard.
The pain jolted Henry Prescott enough to finally let her go.
Those dark eyes were shot with red as he stared fixedly at Chloe Nash’s face, not quite the same as Sienna Paxton’s.
And in that moment, tears slid down his cheeks.
Feeling his hot tears, sensing his wild emotions, Chloe Nash was both frightened and heartbroken.
She was afraid that, once Henry Prescott recognized her, he would imprison and keep her like before—make her lose herself again.
And heartbroken that Henry Prescott still couldn’t accept she was already gone.
Just what kind of feelings did he have toward her?
If he truly loved her, then he wouldn’t have needed to control her like a pet.
If he didn’t love her, then why, after all these years, did his obsession still run this deep?
Just a pet, that’s all—if he lost one, couldn’t he just find another?
Chloe Nash’s eyes couldn’t help but turn red.
But at a time like this, she couldn’t let herself slip.
She steadied her voice and lowered it as much as possible: "Henry Prescott, I’m Chloe Nash, not Sienna Paxton."
At the sound of her voice, the near-madness in Henry Prescott slowly started to subside.
He stared at Chloe Nash in disbelief, his breathing somewhat uneven.
Why did he keep mistaking Chloe Nash for Sienna Paxton?
Why did kissing her feel so much like kissing Sienna Paxton?
Had he really gone crazy from missing Sienna Paxton?
Chloe Nash noticed Henry Prescott had been silent for a long moment, and quickly turned on the nearby lamp.
Pretending to be calm, she said, "Henry Prescott, I’m not Sienna Paxton—I’m Chloe Nash. Please, look clearly. Don’t mistake me again next time."
The cold white light shone on Chloe Nash’s face, her delicate features reflected in Henry Prescott’s pupils.
It was as if all the strength drained from his body.
He collapsed onto the floor, powerless.
His expression was utterly bleak.
It was a long time before he found the strength to raise his head, his deep eyes full of undisguisable sorrow.
His voice was husky as he said, "I’m sorry. I mistook you for someone else."
With that, he staggered to his feet and headed for the door.
Seeing him like this, the emotions Chloe Nash had suppressed finally broke out.
Eyes brimming with tears, she watched Henry Prescott disappear down the hall: "Brother, please forget me. Just start your life over, will you?"
After this bit of drama, Chloe Nash’s sleepiness was completely gone.
She took out the thermometer and took Julian Prescott’s temperature again, only relaxing when she saw it was finally back to normal.
She leaned down and kissed Julian Prescott’s little hand. "Julian, I can’t stay with you for too long. If I don’t leave now, it’ll be very dangerous. I hope you can understand me."
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Henry Prescott returned to his room, looking utterly defeated—he’d never felt worse in his life.
A pain like seeing hope before being thrown back into despair all over again.
It was as if every last ounce of strength had been drained from him; he slumped weakly onto the sofa, feeling hopeless.
His mind was filled with the memory of kissing Chloe Nash just now.
Why wasn’t it Sienna? When they both tasted just like her?
He touched the wound on his lip, and the craziness in his eyes could no longer be contained.
He clenched the cigarette butt tightly in his palm, the burning heat doing nothing to ease the pain in his heart.
A pained roar tore from his throat: "Sienna, you’re mine. Even if you die, it’ll be with me. I won’t let you leave alone."
Chloe Nash couldn’t sleep, so she went to the kitchen to make some porridge for Julian Prescott. On her way back past Henry Prescott’s room, she just happened to hear these words.
She shuddered in fear.
Scenes from five years ago flashed through her mind—back when Henry Prescott once threatened her with a knife, saying that if she ran away again, he’d die with her.
That way, they would be together forever, never to be parted.
Thinking about it now, cold sweat trickled down Chloe Nash’s back.
Whether it was Henry Prescott’s twisted obsession or the huge gap in their status, they were destined never to be together.
Just like Henry had once told her: the Prescott Family’s young madam could never be her, so she’d best give up on that dream early.
Chloe Nash decided then and there that she couldn’t stay here any longer—she had to leave as soon as possible.
But with Julian Prescott relying on her so much, she couldn’t just abandon him.
She returned to the room, picked up Julian Prescott’s drawing, and wrote a few lines on it.
When Julian Prescott opened his eyes again, the first thing he did was look around for Chloe Nash.
Seeing her sitting on the sofa by his bed with his drawing in her hands, a look of delight emerged on his slightly pale face.
His voice was still raspy from the fever: "Mommy."
At his call, Chloe Nash hurried over and kissed his forehead.
With his temperature finally back to normal, her heart could finally relax.
She stroked Julian Prescott’s hair gently: "Sweetheart, let’s wash up and eat, okay?"
Julian Prescott obediently nodded. "Okay."
Hearing him speak more and more, Chloe Nash smiled and kissed him again: "My darling, you’re doing so well. You can say so many words—let me reward you with a kiss."
The two of them held hands as they went downstairs. Lucy Rhodes hurried over, all concern: "Dr. Nash, how is Julian?"
"The fever’s gone down. He should be fine now."
"Thank goodness! I was scared to death yesterday. It’s all thanks to you—you’re our family’s little lucky star!"
Chloe Nash smiled gently. "Julian and I have a special bond. If he’s in trouble, I just can’t ignore it."
Old Master Prescott, listening, smiled in relief.
"Dr. Nash’s character is so much like our Sienna’s. If she were still here, she’d definitely be as good a doctor as you—a capable and gentle one. It’s just that child..."
Old Master Prescott’s words suddenly choked off halfway.
In those cloudy eyes, tears began to glisten.
Seeing this, Chloe Nash felt like her heart was being slammed by something and her eyes turned red from the pain.
She hurried over to Old Master Prescott, softly comforting him: "Grandpa Prescott, you mustn’t get worked up or anxious. You need to recuperate. Only by taking good care of yourself will you be able to wait for the one you miss."
Old Master Prescott sighed. "Alright, I’ll listen to you. I’ll stay healthy—if a miracle really happens, maybe our Sienna will truly come back to us."
