Lingering Passion: Mr. Sutton Wants to be Your Male Lead!-Chapter 168: I’ll Kill Her

Stella Grant’s evasive counter-question was like a cat’s paw scratching at the tip of Silas Sutton’s heart.

It didn’t hurt.

But it itched.

An itch.

Some things, without revealing the truth, are just like scratching an itch through a boot.

Especially matters between a man and a woman.

It wasn’t clear who initiated it between the two; the alcohol was too strong, and the emotions and desires too overwhelming.

By the time Stella realized what was happening, a cold sensation had already spread across her chest.

Silas’s hand pressing against her hip was an obvious hint, his head down kissing her, eyes smiling as he watched her shiver.

After several rounds, Stella’s legs grew weak, "Silas Sutton."

Silas raised his head, looking at the broken expression in Stella’s watery eyes, pinched her chin and kissed her.

Stella’s red lips parted slightly, forced to endure his onslaught.

In the throes of passion, her slender, fair fingers dug deeply into his arm.

As the kiss ended, Silas pressed against the corner of Stella’s reddened eyes and laughed softly, "Stella, don’t be like this, I haven’t even done anything yet."

Stella could barely stand with her entire weight on his arm, her body soft and boneless, "Silas Sutton."

Silas used his fingertips to tuck the stray hair by her ear, lowering his head close to her ear, "How about calling me Fourth Brother."

Silas’s voice was low and husky, with a natural laziness to it, acting as a strong catalyst in such moments.

Stella’s body trembled, yet she said nothing.

Silas refused, teasing her, tempting her, "Be good, call me Fourth Brother, call me Fourth Brother and I’ll oblige."

Stella’s eyelashes fluttered, sweat beading on the tip of her nose.

Silas turned his head to look at her, observing her discomfort, using her own recent carefree words to provoke her, "Life is like... since you can’t resist, why not just..."

Silas’s words were cut off midway, Stella’s red lips quivered, her pearly teeth lightly biting, "Fourth Brother."

Stella’s voice carried desire, alluring yet not cloying, charming yet not overwrought.

Silas’s gaze grew darker and deeper, offering no response, leaning down to press against her.

Silas’s intensity made Stella feel like a fish suffocating for air.

As Stella was drowning in it, Silas whispered harshly in her ear, "Stella, even if we’re lovers, I have to be the one and only. You’ve provoked me, and if you dare to provoke anyone else, I’ll..."

He didn’t finish his statement.

Until he felt Stella’s waist tense and then completely soften, he taunted, "I’ll... make you regret it."

Stella was ultimately carried out of the restaurant by Silas.

Silas knew she was too embarrassed to face anyone, a smile at his lips, he covered her face with his suit jacket.

When they reached outside the restaurant, Forrest Keller, who had been waiting in the parking lot, drove up.

Forrest, perceptive and quick, got out of the car to open the door, Silas carefully laying Stella down first before getting in himself.

Once they were both settled, Forrest got into the driver’s seat and started the car.

After a while, as the car started moving, Stella beneath the jacket let out a long, deep breath.

Hearing her breath, Silas reached out to lift the jacket covering her head.

Perceiving Silas’s intention, Stella turned her head slightly to avoid him.

Silas raised an eyebrow, chuckling softly, and fished out his phone from his suit pocket to make a call.

Once connected, Silas responded in a low voice, "Second Master Winslow, something came up, I’ll catch you another time."

Whatever the man on the other end said was unclear to Stella.

After a few seconds, Silas chuckled lightly, "I’ll introduce you next time."

Hanging up the call, Silas used his phone to prop his chin, lazily grinning at Stella, "Doesn’t it get stuffy?"

Stella said nothing, leaning back in the seat pretending to be dead.

Their interaction left Forrest, the driver, wide-eyed.

Forrest was utterly bewildered, having no idea what happened, caught between curiosity and confusion.

After about ten minutes, as the car traveled down the road, Silas stretched his long legs, looking at Forrest in the rearview mirror, speaking deeply, "How’s that investigation going?"

At Silas’s inquiry, Forrest snapped back to reality, quickly responding, "It’s been investigated."

Silas replied, "Speak."

Forrest looked up into the rearview mirror to meet Silas’s gaze, "That Assistant Wright next to Manager Grant is working for the Third Master."

Silas chuckled lightly, "Are you sure?"

Forrest nodded and continued, "Yes, the Third Master has been having someone transfer money to his account every month, we’ve traced the transactions."

Silas sneered, "An idiot."

Forrest commented, "This is odd, given the Third Master’s usual tactics, he wouldn’t leave such obvious evidence."

Silas replied, "He did it on purpose. He never saw that person as a pawn."

He merely saw him as a dog he raised.

A dog that bites but causes no real harm.

To call him cannon fodder would be an insult to cannon fodder.

After Silas finished, Forrest asked, "Next, should we fire him? Or?"

Silas’s thin lips moved, ready to respond, when Stella, who had been silent, interjected coolly, "Just firing him is letting him off too easily."