Entangled in the Night: Unable to Escape Him-Chapter 113: Does She Think He’s a Dog, Just Walking Him for Fun?

Chapter 113: Chapter 113: Does She Think He’s a Dog, Just Walking Him for Fun?

Hearing these words, Silas’s good mood for the day instantly vanished.

Replaced by gloom and agitation.

He had waited several days for this date. He even prepared gifts for her, decorated the restaurant, and had the chef make Chloe’s favorite dishes.

But what about her? She went on a business trip without a word.

Not even a greeting.

What does she see him as?

A dog?

Leashing him for fun.

If this were the old Sienna, she would never dare treat him like this.

If she was a minute late, he’d definitely ’punish’ her properly.

In front of him, she was as obedient as a little kitten, never daring to go against his wishes.

But now Chloe not only stood him up, but also never seemed to care about him.

Thinking of this, Silas just felt an overwhelming frustration in his chest.

His blood was boiling throughout his body.

He wanted very much to disregard everything, rush to Chloe’s side, pin her down on the bed, and bully her hard.

Make her cry and tell him she’d never dare again.

But she is Chloe, not Sienna, and although he is very angry right now, he can only suppress this anger and dare not vent it at Chloe.

Silas angrily gripped the water cup in his hand tightly, his slender phalanges becoming cold white.

He forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, gritting his molars as he said: "Dr. Nash, is this how you treat your most distinguished friends?"

Through the phone, Chloe could sense the emotion Silas could not suppress in his tone.

She was so scared she could not help but shake and immediately said: "President Prescott, you forgot, I paid for last night’s dinner. I’ve already treated you."

This sentence not only didn’t make Silas feel better but instead sparked his anger even more fiercely.

Is he really that worthless?

Clearly promised to treat him but ended up sharing the meal with others.

Had he known she was counting it like this, he wouldn’t have gone to join the commotion last night.

Silas just felt the veins on his forehead pulsating violently.

His voice was extremely cold and deep: "Chloe, what I want is a dinner for two, not freeloading off your meal with others. Am I really that insignificant in your eyes?"

The words frightened Chloe to the point where sweat broke out on her forehead.

This business trip of hers was indeed a surprise. At the time, she only thought about seeing so many international medical experts and agreed without thinking.

She even completely forgot about the date with Silas.

What she said earlier was just to find an excuse for herself.

Unexpectedly, it angered Silas even more.

She knew, whoever she angered, she couldn’t afford to anger Silas, otherwise, he would do anything.

She would blame Caden for everything, thereby taking severe action against him.

She no longer wanted to see the people around her get hurt.

Chloe quickly explained: "President Prescott, I’m really sorry. This meeting was a bit sudden, forgetting to tell you is my fault. Can we reschedule when I’m back?"

Her tone was soft, carrying a bit of apology.

Quite different from her usual cold demeanor.

Upon hearing these words, the anger that had reached Silas’s forehead finally subsided.

But his tone remained unfriendly: "Does Dr. Nash think I’m very idle every day, just waiting for you to invite me to dinner?"

Chloe: "If you don’t have spare time, it’s okay not to eat."

"Who said I don’t have time, next time you dare treat me like this again, see how I deal with you."

Frightened by a sentence, Chloe shrank her neck.

In Silas’s mouth, ’deal with’ means endless intimacy.

She certainly did not want to return to those days.

She immediately replied: "I promise not to miss the date next time, President Prescott, is that okay."

Silas’s mood finally improved a bit. Just as he wanted to say a few more words to Chloe, he heard a man’s voice from the other end.

"Chloe, look quick, the ocean."

Even if the voice turned into ashes, Silas would recognize it.

Caden.

Chloe stood him up and then turned to go on a business trip with Caden.

The anger Silas had just suppressed rolled up again, higher than it was before.

He gritted his teeth and asked: "Are you with Caden?"

Chloe: "Yes, we’re attending an international medical seminar together. President Prescott, I have things to do here. The matter of inviting you to dinner, let’s set it up when I’m back."

Without waiting for Silas to react, she directly hung up the phone.

The angry Silas tightened his grip on the water cup.

A crisp ’crack’, the sound of glass echoed through the room.

Red blood stained the transparent glass.

The waiter heard the sound and quickly came in.

"President Prescott, your hand is injured, let me get the first aid kit to bandage it for you."

Silas’s face was dark, his entire aura full of oppression.

His voice like being soaked in ice: "No need."

After saying this, he stood up and left.

The waiter cautiously chased after him: "May I ask when Mr. Prescott wants the food served?"

Silas suddenly turned back, a dangerous look in his eyes: "Do you think it’s necessary to serve this food now?"

The waiter, seeing these ice-cold eyes, was so scared they shivered all over.

"I’ll, I’ll hurry to get it refunded for you."

Silas strode out. Once in the car, he directly tore off his tie, undoing two buttons of his shirt, yet still feeling breathless.

He stared out the window, unfocused, his hands clenching the steering wheel tightly.

The veins on the back of his hand were like dragons, baring teeth and claws, winding along his wrist.

He took out the phone and called his assistant.

His tone carried an irrepressible coldness: "Call all the senior executives for a meeting in the conference room."

Hearing this news, the assistant who was just on a date with his girlfriend was instantly stunned.

Wasn’t President Prescott having a date with Dr. Nash?

Why is there suddenly a meeting? Did something happen to the company?

Or was he stood up?

He immediately asked: "President Prescott, did something happen? Why’s there such an urgent meeting?"

Silas coldly questioned: "What are you doing?"

The assistant didn’t even think before saying: "Having dinner with my girlfriend."

A simple sentence, yet like a needle, pierced deep into Silas’s heart unexpectedly.

Why does someone else’s girlfriend not need to be scheduled days in advance to meet?

But he had planned to meet Chloe for days, only to be stood up.

Is it because he’s not good-looking enough?

Or because he’s not rich enough?

Silas’s already angry mood soared further upon hearing this sentence.

He sneered: "Then stay with your girlfriend. I can have someone else take your place at the meeting."

Owen could easily understand the meaning behind his words.

Replacing him for the meeting would mean replacing him in this position.

He had worked hard to get to where he was, and couldn’t afford to lose this job.

Though it was a bit tiring, the salary was excellent.

He immediately said: "President Prescott, I’ll immediately convene the executives, have them stand by for half an hour meeting, does this work for you?"

Silas snorted coldly and hung up the phone.

Owen’s girlfriend was a bit disappointed: "We barely have time to eat together, and now you’re called back to work overtime. Your boss is such a freak."

Owen apologetically kissed her head: "Baby, I’m sorry, I let you down. Wanting a good life, we’ll have to wait for our President Prescott to find a wife."

"Then when will he be able to catch her?"

Owen internally grumbled.

President Prescott’s pursuing a married woman, and those two are quite in love.

His interference as a third party seems tough.

He comfortingly rubbed his girlfriend’s head: "It should be soon, don’t worry. I’ll arrange a car for you; I need to return."

Gathered back, the senior executives were somewhat perplexed.

Wasn’t it said President Prescott went for a date?

Why suddenly overtime?

Could it be, he was stood up?

Thinking of this possibility, the secretary widened eyes in disbelief.

Who has the guts to stand up President Prescott?

Silas held the meeting for a long time.

He used the plainest tone to point out flaws in every executive report.

Until late at night, the meeting ended.

The assistant thought he’d finally be able to go home and sleep with his girlfriend, then heard Silas say: "Book a ticket to Varden, as soon as possible."