Entangled in the Night: Unable to Escape Him-Chapter 100: Chloe Nash, Do You Still Have Feelings for Him?

Chapter 100: Chapter 100: Chloe Nash, Do You Still Have Feelings for Him?

Hanging up the phone, a chill gradually crept into Silas’s eyes.

He knew Chloe wasn’t the kind of woman who didn’t understand boundaries.

Going to her ex-boyfriend’s house at night to cook for him.

Jett must’ve tricked her into coming over somehow.

Is this stupid woman really so blind she can’t see what Jett’s intentions are toward her?

Silas slammed his foot on the accelerator and sped straight to Jett’s place.

Chloe had just finished making the noodles and came out of the kitchen when the doorbell suddenly rang.

Her heart clenched tight.

At this hour, whoever came in would totally get the wrong idea if they saw her with Jett.

She quickly took off her apron and said, "I’ve finished the noodles for you. Remember to eat them later. I still have something to do, so I’ll get going first."

Jett suddenly grabbed her wrist, his eyes still bloodshot with pain.

Looking straight into her eyes, he said, "I told you, I’d protect your secret. I’ll also make sure you’re safe for Chloe’s sake."

He held her hand, led her to the door, and opened it.

Silas stood there, looking furious.

Seeing it was him, Chloe’s heart dropped like a stone.

She couldn’t help but ask, "Why are you here?"

Seeing her and Jett together, the insane jealousy in Silas started to kick up in waves.

But he kept his composure, managing a faint, cool smile.

"Julian couldn’t find you. He’s worried. He asked me to pick you up."

"How did you know I was here?"

Chloe suddenly felt a sense of danger.

It was almost as if five years ago were happening all over again—no matter where she went, Silas always managed to find her.

Seeing how tense she was, Silas shot a look at Jett. "He told me."

Chloe finally let out a breath. "Jett was punished by his father because of me. I just came to check on him."

She wasn’t lying—she’d just seen the wounds on Jett’s back.

The only one who’d ever lay a hand on him was his father. No one else.

Together with Silas, he’d helped punish Mrs. Sterling. Of course Mr. Sterling would blame him too.

Hearing her say this, Silas’s face didn’t change, but he sounded sympathetic: "It was my doing, yet President Sterling took the punishment. I feel a bit guilty."

Jett gave a short laugh. "One word from President Prescott wipes out everything I did. Don’t forget who brought Claire Channing to you."

Silas didn’t even bother to acknowledge him: "If it wasn’t for you, Chloe’s life wouldn’t have been in danger. Wasn’t it only right for President Sterling to do what he did?"

"Whether it was right or not has nothing to do with you. It’s between me and Chloe. Don’t forget, President Prescott, Chloe and I had four years together. The grudges between us, only the two of us truly understand, and only we can resolve. As an outsider, you really shouldn’t get involved."

That single word—"outsider"—made the fire flicker dangerously in Silas’s eyes.

Silas’s hands clenched into fists at his sides. For a split second, he wanted to punch Jett right in that smug face.

Let him show off in front of him, huh.

But he quickly pressed those feelings down again.

His chilly gaze dropped to the steaming bowl of noodles on the table.

An idea flashed through his mind—something that would drive Jett crazy.

He curved his lips, barely smiling: "Whether I’m an outsider or not, at least I’m your guest now, right, President Sterling? Aren’t you going to invite me in?"

Jett saw that he wasn’t angry and silently snorted.

Silas, it’s you who’s barging in uninvited.

Trying to be the gentleman, he gestured. "President Prescott, please, make yourself at home. I won’t keep you company. Chloe just made these noodles for me. Do you smell that? Smells amazing, doesn’t it? Back when we were together, she cooked this for me all the time. It was so good. Too bad you never got to taste it."

He needed Silas to believe his feelings with Chloe were real—only then would Silas not suspect her identity.

Hearing this, Silas played along and sniffed the air a couple of times.

"Yeah, it does smell good."

Jett’s smile was smug. "Right? Eating her noodles again after five years, it’s like I’m back in those days we spent together. Right here in this apartment—so many wonderful memories."

Chloe honestly had no idea what Jett was trying to pull anymore.

Why keep provoking Silas? Did he seriously not know how crazy Silas could get when he was pushed?

She’d be the one who got hurt in the end.

Chloe gently tugged on Jett’s sleeve, hinting for him to please stop talking.

Jett saw her gesture and laughed. "Am I wrong? We really do have so many memories here. Have you forgotten about that time on the couch, when we..."

He was about to continue, but suddenly noticed Silas already standing by the dining table.

Staring at the noodles, he said, "No use just saying it’s delicious. I’ve gotta try it myself."

With that, before Jett could react, he picked up the chopsticks and started eating the noodles.

The always graceful, elegant President of Prescott Group was now eating with zero manners.

He wolfed them down, as if he was going to devour the whole bowl in one go.

By the time Jett reacted, half the noodles were already gone.

Jett never saw this coming—Silas would actually do something like this.

Pissed off, Jett rushed over and snatched the bowl from his hands. "Silas, who said you could eat that? That was my noodles."

Silas shrugged and smiled. "I was just testing how good it was for you. Now I’ve finished the test. You weren’t lying. There’s still half a bowl left—if you’re not too picky, go ahead and finish it. I’m taking Dr. Nash home. My son’s waiting for her."

With that, he grabbed Chloe by the wrist and started pulling her toward the door.

Jett was so angry he ground his teeth hard.

Yet not a hint showed on his face. Instead, he looked at Chloe, saying, "Thanks for tending my wounds, Chloe. I’ll treat you to a meal soon."

Deliberately, he took off his dress shirt, exposing the lash marks on his body.

Seeing this, the barely suppressed madness in Silas instantly surged, swelling like a sponge soaking up the ocean.

He looked back at Jett, and there was a cold, menacing edge to his voice.

"President Sterling, maybe you should act like an ex for once. Dr. Nash is a married woman. Don’t bother trying to be the other man."

With that, he left with Chloe without looking back.

When the door finally closed, the smile on Jett’s face faded away.

He stared at the chopped scallions on the bowl of tomato and egg noodles, a bitter look flickering on his face.

She really wasn’t his Chloe. Because the real Chloe knew—he never ate scallions.

Silas led Chloe to the car, and the emotions he’d kept bottled up finally spilled over.

He pushed her against the passenger seat, those dark eyes overflowing with raw possessiveness.

"Why did you come to see him? Do you still have feelings for him?"

Chloe pressed her hand against his chest. "That’s between me and him. I don’t see what it has to do with you, President Prescott."

Hearing this, the insanity already raging inside Silas was set off again.

He stared intently at Chloe’s lips, wanting nothing more than to kiss her hard, to hell with everything else.

He even wanted to treat her like he’d treated Sienna—pin her down in the car and take his anger out on her.

Until she cried and begged for mercy, promising never to see another man again.

Silas felt the veins throbbing in his forehead, his blood close to boiling point.

He stared at her like burning holes straight through her body.

He ground his molars and said, "Chloe, don’t push me, or you won’t like what I’m capable of."

Seeing that familiar possessive look in his eyes, Chloe knew—this man was close to losing it.

If she kept pushing back, there’d be hell to pay.

She quickly changed her tone, saying, "He got beat by his dad because of me, has a raging fever that won’t break. I was just bringing him medicine, nothing happened. Silas, I have a husband. I won’t cheat behind his back with anyone—not Jett, and not you."

Hearing this, the wildness in Silas finally started to ebb away.

He buckled Chloe’s seatbelt for her, his tone gruff, "If I ever get sick, I hope you’ll do the same for me."