Mr. Warner, Your Wife is Running Away Again!-Chapter 465: Was It You Who Seduced Him?

After being by Miles Sterling’s side for so many years, Vanessa Sterling thought she understood his nature well enough.

Even when they were children, it was like this. If he was in a good mood, he would stand up for her when his mother hit her. On the surface, he seemed to protect her, but he would turn his back and not let her off the hook.

Just like what he said earlier, even if she did something wrong and deserved punishment, he would be the one to do it.

"Nothing to say?" In the silent car, Miles asked.

Vanessa withdrew her gaze from the passing scenery outside the window and turned her head towards Miles.

She wanted to say something, but the words were caught in her throat.

She wanted to explain, but felt he wouldn’t believe her.

Or perhaps he had already made up his mind, and anything she said would seem like an excuse to him.

The car was silent for a few seconds, Miles kept his eyes on the road ahead, and then asked softly, "Did you seduce him?"

His tone was calm, which made Vanessa cautiously shake her head, watching for his reaction, afraid that if she acted in any way that displeased him, he would be upset.

"Then how did you end up in his bed?"

When Miles asked, he still sounded rational, as if giving her a chance to explain. Vanessa hesitated for a moment and then whispered, "Aunt came to me saying Uncle wasn’t feeling well, and asked me to go take a look while she went downstairs to find a doctor..."

Miles: "And then you drugged him?"

Vanessa quickly shook her head: "...It wasn’t me. When I got there, he was already like that. At first, I thought he was drunk..."

Miles thought about it, believing Vanessa wouldn’t dare to lie to him and knowing Quentin Sterling couldn’t have drugged himself, which left only Clarissa Morgan as the possibility.

But he couldn’t understand why Clarissa would drug Quentin, trying to create a scandal about her husband with incest. What good would it do her?

Miles then turned to ask: "You wanted to help him, didn’t you?"

Vanessa was taken aback, looked at him but dared not answer promptly. She just heard his low voice say again: "If no one had found out, would you have willingly stayed with him?"

Vanessa looked at Miles with a mix of panic and caution, gently shaking her head.

Miles let out a derisive laugh, seemingly not believing that she would refuse Quentin.

The carriage fell silent again, yet Vanessa couldn’t calm her nerves.

When the car arrived at the underground parking, she saw Miles push open the car door and get out, and she hurriedly followed, walking behind him into the elevator.

He seemed extremely calm, as if devoid of any emotion, but having seen him flip emotions in an instant before, Vanessa dare not relax. Any minor action from him raised her alarm.

As they exited the elevator, Miles did not wait for her, heading straight to the door to unlock it.

Vanessa followed at a slight distance, and as she got to the door, she saw Miles standing in the vestibule, motionless, watching her. He didn’t change his shoes or move away.

"Don’t want to come in?" His voice, neither loud nor soft, had nothing extraordinary but sent shivers down Vanessa’s spine. She forced herself to step into the house.

Miles stood in the vestibule, not entering the house, and Vanessa dared not go past him.

She quietly closed the door, glanced at Miles, and after a moment of silence, reached for the shoe cabinet beside her, took out his slippers, and gently placed them at his feet before taking out her own slippers to change.

While changing her shoes, Vanessa noticed that Miles stood still, not changing his shoes. She didn’t know what he intended, dared not ask, and didn’t dare walk away.

Vanessa deliberately slowed down her pace of changing shoes, because after changing, she didn’t know what to do next.

She could sense that Miles was staring at her the whole time, silently imposing pressure on her, causing her inner panic to heighten greatly.

Stalling for time, she finally changed her slippers, putting the shoes she’d worn before back into the cabinet.

"Have you done it?"

Miles’s voice suddenly broke the silence.

Vanessa’s hand movements froze, she turned to look at him, her face showing a hint of confusion.

Miles repeated the question: "I asked if you’ve been with him?"

Vanessa hurriedly shook her head.

Miles: "Then how far did it go?"

Vanessa pressed her lips together and looked down, remaining silent, clearly finding it difficult to speak.

Miles’s tone was still calm: "Kissed?"

Vanessa bowed her head deeper, not daring to nod or shake her head.

If she admitted, it would surely anger him, but she also didn’t dare lie, tremblingly standing at a distance, eyes lowered, watching as black men’s shoes walked towards her.

Miles reached out to pull open the slightly high collar of her sweater, revealing countless hickeys stretching from her neck.

Vanessa shrank her neck to avoid his gaze, instinctively reaching her hand out to cover it, but Miles harshly slapped her hand away, his voice tinged with displeasure: "Don’t move!"

Her body quivered slightly, stiffened without daring to make any movements, breathing becoming progressively rapid due to fear,

Miles looked at the hickeys on her neck, envisioning Quentin burying his head in her neck, the very thought stirring up rising anger within him.

Suddenly, like a beast locked onto its prey, Miles lunged forward, teeth sinking into Vanessa’s neck.

"Ah—" The pain caused Vanessa to let out a low cry, raising her hand vigorously trying to push Miles away.

After biting her hard, Miles released her, watching the teeth marks on her neck, eyes fixed on her as she stepped back in terror, looking as though she was about to dart out the door any second.

"Did you push him away?" He advanced on her, his tone obsessive, questioning closely: "I asked if you pushed him away when he kissed you?!" 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Her eyes trembled in fear at his questioning, backing away step by step, her slipper slipped off, not having time to put it back on, tripping herself and stumbling back against the door panel.

"You actually enjoyed his treatment, didn’t you?" Miles’s grin twisted, enraged by the thought that perhaps she acted differently before Quentin.

Why did everyone side with Quentin? Why did everyone think Quentin was good? Even Vanessa, whom he had raised, had Quentin filling her heart entirely.

Yet towards him, there was only constant fear and perpetual avoidance.

He could see his reflection in her dark pupils, clearly they were filled with him, yet why were her beautiful eyes overrun with terror...