Entangled in the Night: Unable to Escape Him-Chapter 87: Does Mouth-to-Mouth Resuscitation Require Tongue-Sucking?
The man was kissing her with deep passion.
Their breaths were scorching, lips and teeth entangling.
Seeing this scene, Chloe Nash’s pupils shrank in fear.
Why was Silas Prescott kissing her with such deep affection, just like he kissed Sienna Paxton five years ago?
Could it be that while she was unconscious, her identity was accidentally exposed?
Thinking of this possibility, Chloe Nash pushed Silas Prescott away abruptly, her breath slightly gasping.
"Silas Prescott, what are you doing?"
She pretended to be innocent, glaring angrily at Silas Prescott.
As long as she stubbornly denied, Silas Prescott couldn’t do anything to her because he had no concrete evidence to prove she was Sienna Paxton.
Silas Prescott slowly licked his lips.
In a serious tone, "I just saw you struggling to breathe and gave you mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. How is it, feeling a little better?"
Hearing this, Chloe Nash’s tense heart slowly relaxed.
Luckily, he didn’t recognize her.
But did he really need to suck her tongue for mouth-to-mouth?
Moreover, she had been out of danger for a while, so no need for resuscitation.
Could it be that Silas Prescott mistook her for Sienna Paxton again?
Despite the many doubts in her heart, Chloe Nash did not show them.
Instead, she gratefully nodded her head: "Thank you for saving me."
Silas Prescott raised an eyebrow: "How do you know I was the one who saved you?"
"Before I passed out, I heard you calling me, but I was too weak to respond, so I threw out an earring, hoping you’d see it."
"Did you hear anything else I said to you while you were unconscious?"
Chloe Nash didn’t know if Silas Prescott was testing her or if she actually said something.
She pretended to be unaware, shaking her head numbly.
"After I heard you call me, I lost consciousness until I felt suffocated just now and woke up. Did you say something important to me?"
Hearing her say this, Silas Prescott looked at Chloe Nash meaningfully: "Dr. Nash, I am a businessman and never make a loss deal. Last time I saved your father in exchange for you helping Julian Prescott with his illness. This time I saved you, what do you plan to exchange with me?"
Upon hearing this, Chloe Nash’s grip on the quilt slowly loosened.
As long as Silas Prescott didn’t talk about feelings with her, anything was negotiable.
She spoke in a calm tone: "I have no money, no power, the only valuable thing is my identity as a doctor. If you need anything, I can promise to help."
Silas Prescott leaned down slowly, his gaze directly piercing hers: "Dr. Nash, are you hoping I’m suffering from a brain illness, so you can perform a brain surgery on me?"
"I was just saying that."
"But with just your lips moving, you made my situation sound terminal."
"Other than that, I can’t help you in any other way."
Silas Prescott lightly brushed Chloe Nash’s hair aside at her temple with his long fingertips.
His deep eyes swirled with emotions Chloe Nash couldn’t understand.
He smiled and said, "Let’s leave it for now. When I figure out what to exchange, I’ll let you know."
Chloe Nash’s heart felt uneasy; Silas Prescott was unpredictable.
If one day he finds out she is Sienna Paxton and uses it to threaten her to stay, what should she do?
But she dared not ask too much, only nodding stiffly.
Seeing her agree, Silas Prescott curled his lips with satisfaction.
"Aren’t you curious to know who kidnapped you this time?"
Chloe Nash weighed the thought for a moment. "Was it the group that wanted to kill you?"
Silas Prescott laughed lightly: "Do I seem so useless to you? These people want my life, and I still give them the chance to kidnap you."
"Then who is it?"
"Your ex-boyfriend’s stepmother, Mrs. Sterling," Silas Prescott said leisurely. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢
Upon hearing this name, Chloe Nash’s entire body froze.
She never imagined that the person who kidnapped her was her own biological mother.
Throwing her into a refrigerated container at the port, even if she didn’t have claustrophobia, she would have frozen to death in there.
Anyway, her goal this time was to see her dead.
Not giving her any chance of survival.
With this thought, Chloe Nash clutched the sheets tightly, hate and sadness intertwined in her eyes.
At that moment, someone pushed the door open.
Jett Sterling stood at the doorway, his face filled with urgency.
Seeing Chloe Nash still alive, he could no longer control his tightly wound emotions.
His eyes slowly turned red.
He paced to Chloe Nash’s bedside, his voice hoarse: "Chloe Nash, are you okay?"
Seeing his affectionate gaze on Chloe Nash, a spark of anger flickered in Silas Prescott’s eyes.
"Isn’t it a bit late for Young Master Sterling to be showing concern at this point? If I hadn’t rushed over, she would have frozen to death in a container by your stepmother, and she even has claustrophobia, which means even if not frozen, she would have died from lack of oxygen due to a panic attack."
Jett Sterling looked at Chloe Nash in disbelief.
Whether it was being kidnapped by his stepmother or Chloe Nash’s claustrophobia, Jett Sterling was shocked.
He remembered clearly, during university, they played escape rooms together.
At that time, she didn’t have claustrophobia at all.
How could a person change so much in five years?
Jett Sterling didn’t have time to think about these things, grinding his back teeth angrily: "That damn woman has been causing you trouble repeatedly. This time, I won’t let her off."
Silas Prescott laughed lightly: "How do you plan to avenge her? By getting evidence and having your stepmother arrested? Do you think your dad would agree? Even if she were arrested, he would find a way to get her out. You know how much he loves this wife."
"Then what do you say we do, just let her off?"
An icy glint flashed in Silas Prescott’s eyes: "How could I let anyone who harms me get away? You don’t need to worry about this; I have my own way."
Jett Sterling coldly glared at him: "Why should I listen to you? Chloe Nash is my ex-girlfriend. She got into trouble and it’s related to my stepmother. How could I stand by and do nothing?"
"You said it yourself; she’s just your ex-girlfriend. You two have no relevance now."
"Do you really think you do?"
"My son calls her mom, and calls me dad. What do you think our relationship is?"
