Entangled in the Night: Unable to Escape Him-Chapter 60: Chloe Nash, I’ll Make It Up to You
If a white rabbit gets stained with this broth, would the stain never wash out?
With that thought, a darker shadow appeared in Silas Prescott’s eyes.
As the waiter approached, he deliberately stuck out his foot to trip her.
The waiter stumbled, lunging straight toward Albie Kane.
Silas reacted quickly, snatching Albie aside.
He grabbed the little rabbit from his hands, using it to shield against the soup.
Albie avoided disaster, but the snow-white little rabbit was doused in soup.
The waiter panicked, hastily apologizing: "I’m so sorry, sir, I was just..."
She was about to say someone tripped her, but when she looked up, she saw Silas’s glacial, piercing gaze.
Frightened, she swallowed every word meant to come out.
Silas was a regular here—she knew him.
As the head of Riverton’s top dynasty, she knew perfectly well it was him who tripped her, but she didn’t dare say so.
All she could do was stammer: "I—I sprained my ankle yesterday. My foot still hurts. That’s...that’s why I made such a mistake."
The restaurant manager saw what happened and turned pale.
He rushed forward, bowing: "President Prescott, it was our staff’s fault—she startled you and your guests. I’ll send over a bottle of fine wine to make up for it. This waiter will be fired immediately."
At these words, Silas’s face remained cool: "She didn’t do it on purpose. My friend wasn’t burned. No need to go overboard."
"Thank you, President Prescott, for understanding. I’ll have this cleaned up for you at once."
The manager and waiter exchanged more polite words, then left.
When Chloe Nash came out of the restroom, what she saw was Silas holding the soup-soaked little rabbit.
She hurried over, surprised: "What happened?"
Albie said apologetically, "The waiter nearly ran into me by accident. Thankfully, Mr. Prescott pulled me out of the way, but your rabbit got dirty."
Though Chloe felt sad, she consoled Albie: "As long as no one got burned, it’s fine. I’ll just take it home and wash it."
Hearing that, Silas tossed the little rabbit into the trash bin.
He insisted, "It’s all drenched in spicy broth; it’ll never wash off. I ruined it—it’s on me, I’ll buy you a new one."
"No need. I’m not a kid. But thank you, Mr. Prescott, for helping my husband avoid trouble."
Chloe was coolly polite to Silas, but looked at Albie with worry, calling him "husband" over and over again.
That made Silas’s just-contained emotions churn all over again.
Seeing the little rabbit lying in the trash can finally soothed him a bit.
So the incident passed, and the meal continued with forced courtesy.
The two children ate happily.
Just then, the door to the room swung open. Stella Sterling stood in the doorway in a couture gown.
Smiling brightly, she waved to Jett Sterling: "Jett, you’re here too! Dad and I are right next door, eating with Uncle Prescott and the others."
She strolled right up to Chloe, looked at Fries, and asked, "Dr. Nash, is this your son? So handsome! Just as good-looking as Julian."
She spoke so affectionately, as if Julian Prescott was her own child.
Silas glanced at her coolly: "Miss Sterling, do you have a child with my son’s name?"
Stella smiled sweetly: "Brother Silas, I mean Julian! We’ll be getting married soon—Julian will be my son."
At that, Silas sneered: "And when exactly did I agree to marry you? Julian is my son and mine alone. Please don’t claim him as yours, Miss Sterling."
Stella’s face fell at his words.
She bit her lip, protesting: "Brother Silas, why do you let Julian call Dr. Nash ’Mom,’ but not me?"
Silas looked at Julian Prescott: "She wants you to call her ’Mom.’ Do you want to?"
Julian shook his head furiously, like a rattle drum: "No, Mom is right here."
He clung lovingly to Chloe’s arm.
Seeing this, Stella clenched her fists, fuming: "Brother Silas, Chloe already has a husband and a son—she won’t be Julian’s mother, either."
"That’s her business. Whoever Julian calls mom has nothing to do with you. Miss Sterling, please stop disturbing my guests’ meal."
Silas dismissed her without mercy, making Stella nearly explode with rage.
Why did Chloe Nash get to have three men wrapped around her?
Back in the private room, Mrs. Sterling saw her daughter’s unhappy face and asked, "What’s wrong?"
Stella recounted what had happened.
Then, with aggrieved tears, she added, "Mom, Brother Silas is so cold to me."
Mrs. Sterling gritted her teeth: "Just wait—I’ll make sure Chloe never dares flirt with another man again."
After the meal, the driver took Chloe and the kids home.
Silas stood alone outside, smoking a cigarette.
Jett came over, smirking sarcastically: "President Prescott, planning to steal another man’s wife for love and become the third wheel?"
Silas shot him a cold look: "I haven’t stolen your wife—what are you mad about?"
"But the one you’re stealing is my ex-girlfriend."
"You said it yourself: ex-girlfriend. President Sterling, act like a proper ex."
With that, he turned and got into his car.
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Chloe took the kids home, bathed them, and soon both children were asleep.
Back in the bedroom, she looked at Albie with some regret: "Sorry for making you help me put on a show. Thank you."
Albie lay on the floor bed, watching Chloe: "Whether it’s Silas Prescott or Jett Sterling, neither of them is approaching you with good intentions. You can’t handle it on your own. When Uncle comes back, come home with me—I’m afraid we’ll be found out."
Chloe frowned helplessly.
Of course she knew. Both Jett and Silas approached her with an agenda today.
Jett had Lucy Rhodes take her on the carousel just to see if she was really Chloe Nash.
After the pollen allergy incident last time, both had grown suspicious.
Luckily, she’d prepared in advance.
While the two were talking, the doorbell rang.
Chloe went to answer it.
Standing at the door was Silas Prescott, holding a little rabbit identical to the one Albie had won for her.
Chloe instantly understood what this was about.
He’d purposely ruined her rabbit—now he’d bought her a new one.
She didn’t expect Silas’s domineering nature to be just like years ago. He didn’t even know she was Sienna Paxton, and already he acted this way.
If he found out the truth, would he still be the same? That possessive?
Not letting her talk to people, forbidding her from accepting gifts from anyone else.
Thinking of that possibility, Chloe felt uneasy.
But nothing showed on her face: "Did you need something, Mr. Prescott?"
Silas handed her the little rabbit, his voice slightly hoarse: "I owe you this."
