Entangled in the Night: Unable to Escape Him-Chapter 61: Silas Prescott Is Injured

Chloe took the little rabbit, but unlike how she treasured the previous one, she just casually held it by the ear.

She just said, "Thanks."

Seeing the stark difference in how she treated his and Albie Kane’s gifts, Silas felt a dull ache in his chest.

It was as if that seed of jealousy was once again growing wildly in secret.

He lowered his eyes, looking a little tired. "My marksmanship isn’t as good as Mr. Kane’s. I had to play a lot of rounds to win this. My finger’s all chafed now."

He reached out his hand to show Chloe, and sure enough, there was a blood blister on it.

On his slender, fair knuckles, it looked especially noticeable.

Chloe glanced at it and then quickly looked away. "You didn’t have to go through all that. It’s just a little bunny. Albie can always buy me another one."

"I ruined your old one. It’s only right to make it up to you."

While talking, he pinched his finger harder, unable to suppress a sharp inhale of pain between his teeth.

Chloe immediately asked, "What’s wrong?"

Silas pretended to shake his head. "It’s nothing. The blister just burst, that’s all."

He quickly wiped away the blood with his finger, afraid Chloe would notice.

Chloe wasn’t a cold person. Even though she knew Silas was being dramatic, seeing him hurt still made her say, "Come inside, I’ll get you some ointment."

Hearing this, a subtle, meaningful smile flashed in Silas’s eyes.

But he only said, "Wouldn’t it be a bother, disturbing you and your husband’s rest?"

"It’s fine, he’s not asleep yet."

Chloe called toward the bedroom, "Honey, Mr. Prescott is here."

At her call, Albie Kane immediately walked out.

Seeing Albie wearing matching pajamas with Chloe, Silas wished he could just tear them off him and kick him out the door.

But the thought was gone as quickly as it came.

He still kept his face mild and nodded. "Sorry for intruding."

Albie walked over and glanced at his injury. "Did you hurt that shooting, Mr. Prescott?"

"Yeah, not as skilled as you. Had to try quite a few times before I finally won."

Albie laughed. "That so? I thought you were the ace. Looks like we won’t be having that showdown after all."

Silas had never felt this way before, but now he could only give a helpless nod. "Guess I’ll just have to admit defeat."

Chloe took the disinfectant, just about to treat Silas’s wound when Albie took it from her.

"You go pour Mr. Prescott a glass of water. I’ll take care of his hand."

Silas gritted his teeth in secret.

He’d gone through all that trouble, purposely hurt his finger, only for Albie to get to put on the ointment.

Darkness crept into Silas’s usually composed eyes.

At that moment, he noticed two blue cufflinks on the coffee table.

Those were the birthday present Chloe had given Albie.

The overhead light shone on the cufflinks, making them gleam piercingly bright.

Silas found them especially glaring.

Taking advantage of Albie being distracted, he tossed both cufflinks straight into the trash can beside the couch.

On purpose, he covered them with the tissue he’d just used.

After doing this, Silas finally felt a little less stifled.

As he was leaving, he even considerately offered to take out their trash for them.

When he emptied the trash into the dumpster, he was suddenly overwhelmed by an unexpected sense of relief.

——

Jett Sterling came home, holding his phone and watching the video he’d just filmed of Chloe.

He kept feeling that there was something unfamiliar about the way Chloe looked at him now.

Even if she didn’t want to get back together, it shouldn’t feel like this.

Just then, a little white dog ran over, barking loudly at him.

Jett pinched the scruff of its neck, sulking, "What are you yapping for? Even your mom doesn’t want you anymore."

Hearing that, the dog immediately grabbed the photo frame on the nightstand in its mouth.

Inside was a photo of Chloe.

The dog barked and nuzzled the picture frantically.

Five years had passed; it wasn’t just Jett who couldn’t forget Chloe—Little White couldn’t either.

Little White was the stray they’d found and raised together.

They’d kept it for three years.

Watching this scene, Jett waved to the dog, "Fine, since you look so pathetic, I’ll let you see your mom."

He played the video of Chloe for Little White on his phone.

But the dog only glanced at it, then walked away.

It kept barking at Chloe’s picture instead.

This left Jett a bit perplexed.

Shouldn’t Little White be excited to see Chloe?

Could it be that it only remembers the Chloe from five years ago and feels nothing for the person she is now?

That notion obviously didn’t make sense.

Dogs are intuitive creatures. They don’t just forget how they feel about someone so easily.

Jett really couldn’t figure out what was going on.

He pulled out his phone and called his assistant.

"How’s the investigation into Chloe going?"

Assistant: "President Sterling, Dr. Nash’s first year abroad is a complete blank."

Jett frowned. "Blank? What do you mean?"

"It means someone erased all traces of her that year. No one knows where she went."

Hearing this, Jett felt uneasy.

If Chloe was trying to avoid being found, she would’ve wiped out all five years—not just one.

So just what happened to her during that one year?

"Check out Albie Kane."