Entangled in the Night: Unable to Escape Him-Chapter 73: "Brother, Watch Out!

At the same time, she caught the most familiar scent in her nose.

It belonged to Silas.

Even after five years apart, she’d never forgotten it.

Chloe felt that something was wrong, and when she suddenly turned around, her lips inadvertently brushed against Silas’s.

Their eyes met.

Breaths tangled.

The two almost seemed frozen, holding that ambiguous position for a long time without breaking apart.

Until footsteps sounded outside the door.

Frightened, Chloe hurriedly pushed Silas away, her beautiful eyes filled with embarrassment.

"Sorry, I didn’t mean to."

Silas stared at her lips, a careless smile playing at his mouth.

"You didn’t mean it, but kissed me for that long?"

"It was an accident." 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Silas nodded knowingly, the corners of his mouth curved in a lingering, satisfied grin.

Chloe gathered herself and returned to her usual cold indifference.

"Mr. Prescott, you’re a guest. You don’t need to help. Go have tea with my dad."

Silas pointed at the grapes on the plate: "Julian wants these. I came to wash them for him."

Albie came in and saw Silas about to wash grapes. He hurried over, "Mr. Prescott, let me do it. We can’t let guests do it themselves. Just sit and relax. Chloe and I will handle it."

He was making it clear: he was the host, Silas the guest.

It made Silas distinctly uncomfortable.

His usually gentle eyes turned unreadable for a second.

He slapped Albie hard on the shoulder, smiling with no warmth in his eyes, "Then I’ll wait for Mr. Kane’s feast."

With that, he carried the grapes out.

Several seconds passed before Albie came back to himself.

"That guy’s scary. Calm on the surface, but there’s an eerie chill underneath."

Chloe whispered, "Don’t provoke him. He’s capable of anything."

If Silas ever found out she was Sienna Paxton, the first thing he’d do was clear every other man out of her life.

Several people had been dragged into trouble before because of it; Chloe didn’t want Albie caught up next.

Albie’s sense of dread lasted until dinner was over.

Silas, with his genteel demeanor, treated him as if he were the Nash Family’s son-in-law.

Every time there was a toast, Silas managed to find a reasonable excuse to make Albie down his glass.

Albie had lived abroad and was used to wine; he couldn’t handle the strong liquor.

After a few drinks, he was woozy and drowsy.

His speech was slurred.

He soon collapsed onto the table, unresponsive no matter how they called him.

Seeing this, the curve of Silas’s lips barely shifted, a trace of amusement flashing by.

He looked apologetically at Chloe. "Sorry, Dr. Nash. I didn’t know his tolerance was so low."

Chloe had to bite her lip in frustration.

She’d always wondered: how did Silas manage to keep such a courteous face yet be so ruthlessly manipulative underneath?

She stood up, supporting Albie’s arm with a cool tone: "It’s fine. I’ll take him back to rest."

"Let me help you."

Silas half-dragged, half-carried Albie into the study, then pretended to lose his balance, tossing him heavily onto the bed.

Albie’s head accidentally hit the bedframe, and he let out a muffled groan.

Silas looked caught off guard, panting, "Sorry, Dr. Nash, I didn’t mean to."

Chloe knew this was a trick Silas often used.

But she didn’t dare expose it, so she could only play along: "It’s fine. Mr. Prescott drank a lot too. You should go home early."

Silas’s gaze burned into Chloe: "Dr. Nash, do you want me to drive drunk?"

Chloe frowned: "You could have your driver pick you up."

"His wife is having a baby. He took leave."

"I’ll call you a driving service."

Chloe had just reached for her phone to order a driver when Silas pinned her to the wall.

He leaned over, his hot breath laced with alcohol fanning across Chloe’s face.

He wore a faint, teasing smile: "Are you always this cold, Dr. Nash? I did you such a favor, and you won’t even give me a lift. What exactly are you afraid of?"

Facing his question, Chloe’s hands instinctively pressed into the wall.

Silas was her father’s lifesaver. She shouldn’t refuse such a request.

Otherwise, it’d only make him suspect something.

She lifted her gaze, her eyes calm as she looked at Silas: "Fine, I’ll drive you home."

Hearing this, Silas flashed a triumphant smile.

He grabbed Chloe’s hand, pressed his car keys into her palm, eyes full of gratitude: "Thanks, Dr. Nash."

As he spoke, his fingers carelessly scratched her palm.

A tingling sensation rippled up her arm and spread throughout her body.

Chloe was so startled she jerked away her hand: "Alright."

When she left the room, Silas secretly picked up Albie’s matching couple pajamas—the ones like Chloe’s—and tossed them straight in the trash.

He tied the trash bag in a dead knot.

After all that, he felt much more at ease.

Chloe saw he hadn’t come out, and called, "What are you doing in there? Why aren’t you coming?"

"Coming." Silas replied with a smile, walking out.

The two went downstairs together. Chloe got in the driver’s seat, started the car, and turned it around.

Silas stood behind, helping guide her.

Just then, a black shadow suddenly lunged out from behind.

Like a ravenous wolf, it pounced straight for Silas.

Chloe’s eyes widened in shock at the sight.

Silas was facing her, his back to the assailant. He had no idea what was happening behind him.

A knife thrust toward his lower back.

In desperation, Chloe shouted, "Brother, look out!"