Entangled in the Night: Unable to Escape Him-Chapter 58: Chloe Nash’s Husband Is Very Gentle
Albie Kane looked at Chloe Nash gently: "I’ve brought it up before, but I don’t really care who she was with in the past. All I know is, in the next few decades, it’ll be me by her side—that’s enough for me."
As he spoke, he kept holding Chloe’s hand.
His eyes betrayed an unmistakable tenderness.
Anyone who saw would think he was desperately in love with the woman before him.
Watching this, Jett Sterling felt a sharp pain in his chest.
He’d wanted to use his past with Chloe as ammunition against Albie Kane, but never expected it to backfire.
Jett Sterling was forced to face reality—Chloe now belonged to another man; she was no longer the woman he’d loved to meddle with.
The smile in Jett’s eyes gradually faded.
Scenes of intimacy with Chloe played like needles, pricking him deep in his heart.
The sweeter they once were, the more it hurt him now to see Chloe nestled in another man’s arms.
Jett Sterling unconsciously clenched his fingers, lips curling in an ambiguous smile.
"Decades ahead is a long time; no one can say what’ll happen. The whole ’till mountains crumble’ spiel—honestly, even novels don’t bother with that anymore. Mr. Kane, you should focus on the present."
Lucy Rhodes saw how jealous he was and hurriedly poked him.
"Are you here to cause trouble? Mr. Kane is my brother’s guest. You better not offend him."
Jett gave her a sidelong glance: "You really think he’s such a great guy? He’s full of schemes."
"Careful, or I’ll tattle and have him deal with you."
"Like I’m scared of him?"
As the two grew even more absurd, Chloe tugged Lucy’s arm quickly.
"Let’s just go. It’ll get crowded soon."
"Okay, let’s get in the car."
The car was a luxury van, with the two kids and Lucy sitting in the third row.
Chloe and Albie Kane sat in the second row.
They’d just buckled in when the front passenger door suddenly opened.
Jett Sterling swung his long legs up and got in.
Lucy craned her neck and shouted at him, "Jett Sterling, we’re headed to the amusement park—why are you tagging along?"
Jett chuckled lightly: "My ex-girlfriend’s husband and son came all this way—can’t I keep them company?"
"I didn’t buy you a ticket."
"I haven’t gone bankrupt yet. I don’t need you to buy me admission."
Judging by this, he clearly planned to stick with them all day.
Albie Kane gently squeezed Chloe’s fingers, flashing a smile at Jett Sterling: "You’re too kind, Mr. Sterling. I’ll treat everyone to a meal when we get back—to thank you all for taking care of Chloe recently."
He spoke politely and modestly; carried himself like a devoted husband.
It made Jett feel like someone had shoved a fistful of broken glass into his chest.
——
Silas Prescott was in a meeting when Lucy Rhodes’ message suddenly popped up on his phone.
[Bro, you’ve got another love rival. Jett Sterling is joining us at the amusement park.]
[I think he’s trying to get back with Chloe—every word to Albie Kane is barbed.]
Reading the message, Silas’ eyes narrowed a little.
He replied instantly: [Remember what I told you.]
[Got it! Promise I’ll get it done.]
Silas put his phone away, his gaze shifting to the lawyer opposite him, Nate Shelby.
"How’s the case investigation going?"
"Just as you suspected, someone set this case up five years ago. The main suspect at the moment is Vincent Nash’s apprentice, Sean Sawyer. He’s always been responsible for the blueprints. If we just find him, everything will fall into place. But ever since the case went wrong, Sean’s fled—and we’ve got no lead so far."
"Sean Sawyer is just an engineer; if he didn’t have someone backing him up, he wouldn’t dare."
Nate Shelby smiled slightly. "Your instincts are sharp. Our investigation shows Sean’s been receiving transfers to his account for five years now. The money’s coming from overseas—the account holder is Stella Sterling’s nanny, May Sawyer."
Hearing that name, Silas Prescott’s dark eyes suddenly shadowed over.
No nanny could have that much money. Stella Sterling’s always aimed high—why would she have financial dealings with an ordinary engineer like Sean Sawyer?
There’s only one explanation—the nanny is just a scapegoat for the Sterling Family.
Even if someone discovers it, dump all blame on her and everything’s swept under the rug.
That possibility made Silas’ gaze turn icy cold.
Even his voice dropped a few degrees: "Look into Mrs. Sterling—Claire Channing."
Nate Shelby: "Without her husband Marcus Sterling’s approval, I doubt she’d do this on her own."
"Marcus Sterling’s a businessman—he’s after profit. He made a fortune on that project, and he’d want it clean. He’s got no reason to set up Vincent Nash. Just to keep Chloe away from Jett Sterling? That motive is flimsy at best."
Nate Shelby nodded in agreement: "That’s true. I’ll keep digging into Claire Channing—maybe we’ll find something from her end."
Silas nodded. "Split the search. If we get Sean Sawyer, let him confess, but keep it quiet for now—do everything to rescue Vincent Nash, fast."
"Absolutely. I’ll do what I can, but I have to say—never seen you so worried about one person. Not your usual style."
As soon as Nate Shelby left, Silas got a video from Lucy Rhodes.
He opened it. It was footage of Chloe and Albie Kane together.
The two of them looked completely in love. Wherever Chloe went, Albie Kane’s eyes followed.
The way he looked at Chloe was always awash with adoration—gentle, soft as water.
It was as if he was hopelessly smitten with the woman standing before him.
Watching this, Silas sat quietly in his chair.
His eyes seemed calm as ever, but no one knew his blood was boiling beneath the surface.
Even the veins in his forehead were throbbing.
Lucy sent several more videos back-to-back, finishing with a couple voice messages.
"Bro, I think I’m about to switch sides—Albie Kane is just too nice. He’s gentle, thoughtful, takes care of everyone, and even treats me great. Who wouldn’t love a guy like that?"
"Maybe you should just give up—he’s married, and already has a son. Isn’t it better to break ten temples than a single marriage?"
Seeing these messages, Silas gripped the arms of his chair until his knuckles cracked.
