Entangled in the Night: Unable to Escape Him-Chapter 72: His Arms Wrapped Around Her Waist from Behind
Silas Prescott didn’t know if it was because there was too much blood loss, his mind was working a bit slowly, or if the impact of this information was just too great.
He took a long time to understand the meaning of the words.
He asked somewhat incredulously, "Whose photo are you talking about?"
"Miss Sienna Paxton’s and Dr. Nash’s, right on your desk. You should take a look."
A photo of Sienna Paxton and Chloe Nash together, when did they meet?
If they really knew each other, why did Chloe not have any reaction when he mentioned Sienna Paxton so many times?
Silas Prescott had never felt this flustered before and immediately rushed upstairs.
When he saw that photo, he felt as if he was filled with lead and stood stiffly in place.
His cold, pale fingertips trembled slightly.
The two people in the photo were clearly from five years ago.
It turns out Chloe Nash had known Sienna Paxton since five years ago.
Thinking about the many similar characteristics between Chloe and Sienna, Silas Prescott had an immature idea forming in his mind.
——
One week later.
Mr. North’s case went to court, Sean Sawyer confessed, and Mr. North was acquitted.
Seeing her father regain his freedom, Chloe Nash excitedly grabbed his hand.
"Dad, Mom made your favorite dishes at home. This is Albie Kane, we’re here to take you home."
Albie Kane also held Mr. North’s hand, "Dad, you’ve suffered so much. When you get home, I’ll make something delicious to help you recover."
Seeing Albie Kane, Mr. North felt mixed emotions.
He knew that if Chloe wasn’t trying to save him, she would have left long ago and wouldn’t have brought Albie Kane here.
He saw how thin Chloe had become, and his eyes reddened with distress.
"Dad knows this case is very complicated. You’ve gone through so much to save me. Chloe, I’ve made you suffer."
Chloe Nash’s tears circled around her eyes.
Protecting the Nash family is her commitment to the real Chloe Nash.
She will never forget when Chloe Nash fearlessly stepped in front of her when a bullet was heading her way.
No matter how many hardships she endures, she must protect Mr. and Mrs. Nash’s safety.
Chloe Nash shook her head, crying, "I haven’t suffered. It’s you, staying in there for so long. Is your rheumatism acting up again? I noticed you were limping when you walked."
"It’s an old condition. A few days of rest at home will cure it. This time, I got out alive, thanks to Silas Prescott. If it weren’t for his intervention, no one would dare investigate this case. No matter what, Dad needs to properly thank him. Let’s invite him for a meal."
Chloe Nash did not refuse and looked toward Silas Prescott, "He’s talking to Lawyer Shelby over there. Let’s go over and ask."
She and Albie Kane supported Mr. North as they walked over to Silas Prescott.
Seeing them arrive, Silas Prescott immediately stopped his conversation.
He politely extended his hand to shake Mr. North’s, "Congratulations on regaining your freedom, Uncle."
Mr. North smiled and nodded, "Thank you, Mr. Prescott, for your great help. In the future, if there’s anything you need, as long as I can do it, don’t hesitate to ask, and I won’t have any reservations."
Hearing this, Silas Prescott looked thoughtfully at Chloe Nash for a few seconds.
Then he nodded, "Alright, I’ll remember your words. If I need anything in the future, I’ll definitely seek your assistance."
Mr. North then shook Nate Shelby’s hand, "I owe a lot to Lawyer Shelby’s help in this case. I’d like to invite you and President Prescott for a meal. When would you both be available?"
Nate Shelby glanced at Silas Prescott, the man glaring at him with a fierce intensity.
As if daring him to agree, he’d be killed right then.
Terrified, he quickly shook his head, "You should be grateful to President Prescott. If he hadn’t made this case widely known, it might have been covered up, and no evidence could be found. He even offended several people above him for this."
"I know this, and I’ll thank him properly."
Hearing these words, Chloe Nash felt a bit guilty as she looked toward Silas Prescott.
Initially, she thought it was Silas Prescott who pushed the case into the spotlight deliberately.
Thinking his purpose was to use it as leverage to keep her.
Now, it seems she misunderstood him.
After exchanging pleasantries for a bit, Nate Shelby found an excuse to leave.
Silas Prescott looked at Mr. North, "Uncle wanted to invite me for a meal, didn’t you? Well, why not make it today."
Mr. North felt a bit embarrassed, "Today, my wife has prepared a home-cooked meal; I’m just concerned Mr. Prescott might not be used to it."
"I love home-cooked meals, especially those made by Aunt; you guys head back first, I’ll follow shortly."
Silas Prescott politely nodded and turned to leave.
As they watched his figure fade away, Mr. North tenderly patted the back of Chloe Nash’s hand.
"If it weren’t because of Dad, you would’ve left long ago. If he gets attached to you again, what should we do?"
Chloe Nash faintly curved her lips, "My relationship with him is purely transactional. I help treat his son, he helps get you released. Once his son’s condition stabilizes, I can leave. Besides, now with Albie Kane around, he won’t suspect."
"Are you certain he’ll let you go easily?"
"I am Chloe Nash. He can’t find evidence to prove I’m Sienna Paxton; he has no reason to keep me."
Mr. North sighed, "I hope so. If it weren’t for his obsessive personality when it comes to relationships, I would think he’s quite a dependable man."
Capable, wealthy, and handsome—looks refined and elegant. Such a man is hard to find in this world even with a lantern.
It’s just unfortunate that he isn’t what he seems.
Mr. North regretfully shook his head and followed Chloe Nash to the car.
Seeing him return home safely and sound, Mrs. Nash couldn’t control her tears anymore and collapsed sobbing into Mr. North’s arms.
"Honey, you’re finally back. I’ve been worried sick all these days."
Mr. North gently stroked her head in comfort.
"Don’t cry anymore. See, I’m perfectly fine, and the kids are here. Don’t let them see such a spectacle."
Mrs. Nash wiped her tears and said, "I told you, heaven wouldn’t be that cruel to me. It’s already taken away my daughter; it surely won’t have you in trouble too."
Mr. North quickly covered her mouth and whispered, "Don’t say that, or Silas Prescott will hear when he comes over for dinner later, and Chloe’s identity will be exposed."
Mrs. Nash nervously looked toward the door, relieved to see no one there.
She had experienced Silas Prescott’s scheming firsthand.
A slight misstep can easily land one into his traps.
She pulled Mr. North inside, pointed to Fries, and said, "This is Albie Kane and Chloe’s son, named Fries. Be careful not to say anything wrong when Silas Prescott arrives."
Mr. North chuckled and ruffled Fries’s hair, "Come over, let Grandpa have a look."
Fries affectionately nestled into his arms, looking up and calling out, ’Grandpa.’
The family chatted for a while, Mr. North went upstairs to shower and change.
Chloe Nash went to the kitchen to cook.
While dealing with the shrimp, she accidentally stained her clothes.
Without turning her head, she called out, "Mom, help me tie the apron."
Just as she finished speaking, footsteps and the sounds of someone picking things up came from behind.
Chloe Nash didn’t pay much attention, thinking it was her mother.
She continued working, head down.
Today, she was wearing a short T-shirt and jeans.
When bending over to work, a section of her soft, creamy skin was exposed.
At that moment, two arms wrapped around her waist from behind.
Securing the apron on her.
During the process, the fingertips brushed gently over her skin at her waist.
A familiar tingling sensation spread across her skin.
