Entangled in the Night: Unable to Escape Him-Chapter 125: I Will Make Her Love Me

Hearing this news, Chloe was surprised: "How did it get resolved so fast? Did the Kane Family help you?"

Albie: "Did you go to Silas Prescott?"

Chloe hesitated for a few seconds: "I did."

Albie asked nervously: "Did you make some sort of deal with him for me? Chloe, are you crazy, you..."

Before he could finish, Chloe interrupted him: "I didn’t. I just threatened him that if he messed with you again, I’d terminate the agreement. Does this have anything to do with him?"

Albie breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It wasn’t Silas Prescott who made the partners cut off cooperation, it was Stella Sterling. When the warehouse was flooded, I found out it was Silas’s people, so I thought he was also behind cutting off the partners this time."

"Now I finally know that Silas just wanted to force me to come back. He made up for the loss he caused the company by increasing order amounts. This time, he was also the one who helped solve the crisis. Chloe, I’m worried he might use this to threaten you."

Hearing all that, Chloe suddenly remembered what Silas had just said to her.

He’d said that when the time came, whatever apology she made, she’d have to listen to him.

He knew perfectly well he hadn’t done it, yet he’d deliberately taken the blame, let her misunderstand, and step by step, led her right into his trap.

This man was even more dangerous than five years ago.

Seeing Chloe hang up the phone, Silas’s lips couldn’t help but lift in a small smile.

"Dr. Nash, have you figured out how you’re going to apologize to me?"

Chloe looked at him coolly: "Can you really say this had nothing to do with you at all? Stella Sterling has no connection to Albie, she wouldn’t target him for no reason. She must’ve wanted to use this to make me misunderstand you and take advantage of the situation. Didn’t President Prescott see through that?"

Silas tapped her on the head, smiling: "You think I’m as dumb as you? I knew it was Stella’s plan, but I let myself get caught up anyway."

"Who told you not to use your mouth that day and explain things to me? Otherwise, I wouldn’t have misunderstood you."

"Now you blame me? You said you’d treat me to dinner, but then you set up an ambush, interrogated me right there. Even if I’d explained, would you have believed me? Chloe, you wouldn’t have believed it, because in your heart, I don’t compare to anyone else around you. Am I right?"

Silas’s gaze was deep as he looked at Chloe, his tone tinged with a bit of bitterness.

He had looked forward to that date for days, only to be wronged by the person he cared about most. He still hadn’t gotten over it.

Chloe blinked guiltily a few times: "I was a bit rushed that day. I’m sorry."

Silas was unmoved: "You thought so badly of me. Do you think one apology is enough? Chloe, like I said, the way you apologize this time—listen to me."

Chloe felt like she’d fallen right into Silas’s trap.

But she had to obey, since she’d promised him herself.

"How do you want me to apologize? Get down on my knees and kowtow?"

Silas said in a low voice, "Your parents aren’t home these days. I’m coming to your place for dinner. I want you to cook for me yourself."

Chloe gritted her teeth and said, "I have surgeries every day this week. I don’t know what time I’ll finish. If you’re not afraid of starving, you can come and wait, but I can’t promise you when dinner will be, and my cooking is terrible."

Hearing that, Silas laughed with open delight: "I’m not afraid. Even if you make ’dark cuisine’ for me, I’ll eat it happily."

He held Chloe’s hand and led her to the car: "Get in. Let me drive you. I don’t want you to screw up again. Otherwise, I won’t even get to taste your terrible cooking."

He dropped Chloe off at the hospital and then drove straight to the company.

As soon as he entered the office, he saw Stella Sterling coming in with a cup of coffee.

"Brother Silas, I made you your favorite Blue Mountain. Try and see if it’s good."

Silas didn’t refuse. He took a sip, his expression calm as he looked at her: "There’s a bidding event today. Owen Paxton has some family matters; you’ll take his place and go with me."

Stella Sterling was over the moon.

She knew it—if she sabotaged his relationship with Chloe, Brother Silas would naturally notice her good qualities.

She’d just started, and already got to go to a meeting with him. If she stayed longer, wouldn’t she get to be at his side all day?

The thought nearly made Stella jump up with excitement.

She forced herself to calm down and nodded with a smile: "Okay. What do I need to prepare?"

"Owen has already finished the bidding plan. Just go up and present it in his place. This project is very important for us. Whether we get it depends on the plan and how the presenter delivers it. Go home and prepare well."

Stella was even more excited now. Silas was trusting her with something so important—it meant he really trusted her.

Otherwise, with so many people in the secretariat, why not have one of them take Owen’s place?

Sure enough, without Chloe in the way, her relationship with Brother Silas progressed quickly.

Stella spent the whole morning familiarizing herself with the bid plan. Anything she didn’t understand, she asked Silas for help with humility.

As long as she presented the plan well and won the bid, Silas would definitely look at her differently.

Soon, it was time for the afternoon bidding event.

This was indeed a huge project, worth tens of billions. Winning it would earn the group billions in profit every year.

The proposals from all the big groups were incredibly thorough, and their presenters were all highly competent.

As the Sterling Family’s heiress, Stella had faced situations like this plenty of times.

When it was her turn, she walked confidently up to the stage.

She nodded politely to the audience: "Hello everyone, I’m the person in charge of Prescott Group’s bid. Please watch my proposal."

She plugged the USB drive into the computer and opened the folder.

Only to find that the folder was empty.

She immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

She’d checked the contents right before coming. How could it all be gone?

Fortunately, she’d prepared a paper copy.

She forced a smile: "Sorry, I lost the digital document. Please just listen as I present. Our group’s plan for this project is..."

As she spoke, she opened the folder—only to find all the sheets were blank paper.

There was nothing on the computer and nothing on paper. How was she supposed to present?

She’d only reviewed the plan all morning and couldn’t remember the details at all.

The whole audience broke into chaos at the scene.

"What does Prescott Group want us to look at? Don’t waste everyone’s time if you aren’t prepared."

"Rumor has it President Prescott knows nothing about real estate. Looks like it’s true. Can’t even come up with a decent plan. Go do something else."

Faced with the criticism, Stella was so anxious she was about to cry.

If they lost this project, she could forget about staying at Silas’s side.

Stella had never been this desperate. She immediately looked to Silas Prescott.

Hoping for his help.

The man looked at her with no expression, his tone unreadable: "Were all these things in your hands the whole time?"

Stella shook her head: "No, I left them on my seat when I went to the restroom just now."

Silas: "Come down. Someone set you up. Prescott Group withdraws from this bid."

With that, he got up and left, Stella hurrying after him.

Tearful, she said, "Brother Silas, I didn’t know this would happen. We can check the security footage and find out who did it."

Silas looked at her coolly: "You think whoever did it would leave evidence for you to find? Leaving something that important unattended at a conference—that’s your idea of a secretary’s duty?"

"Brother Silas, I’m sorry. I’ll be careful next time."

"You cost Prescott Group a project worth billions, and you think you get a next time? Go back to being the Sterling Family princess."

With that, he drove off, leaving Stella alone in the parking lot.

Stella stomped her foot in frustration.

She’d finally gotten a chance to be with Silas Prescott. Now it was all gone.

She had to find out who wanted to hurt her.

Silas drove off for quite a while before Owen Paxton called.

"President Prescott, everything has been handled. No one will ever trace this thing back."

Silas’s lips curled in a sinister smile.

This project was just a cover anyway. Someone wanted to profit from it, but there was no way he’d get played.

By quitting the bid like this, he didn’t offend the higher-ups, and got rid of Stella at the same time.

Two birds with one stone.

——

That evening, as Chloe came out of the hospital, she saw a little dumpling running toward her.

Julian Prescott, with his little legs pumping and his mouth split in a grin, shouted as he ran: "Mommy, I came to pick you up from work!"

Chloe was a little surprised, bending down to pick him up: "Who did you come with?"

"With Daddy. Daddy said tonight we’re eating Mommy’s ’dark cuisine’. Mommy, what’s dark cuisine? Is it okay to eat black food?"

The little guy’s language skills were getting stronger by the day, especially when he saw Chloe.

He wanted to talk as much as he could and get praised by Mommy.

Chloe kissed him on the forehead with a smile: "Don’t listen to your dad’s nonsense. Mommy’s food is delicious, it’s not dark cuisine."

Silas leaned against the car, watching this scene unfold.

He suddenly thought how happy this moment felt.

This was the scene he’d dreamt about with Sienna Paxton so many times.

He used to imagine that after Sienna graduated, they’d get married and have a daughter as beautiful as Sienna.

By then, he’d buy them both matching backpacks and the same plush toys.

Pretend he had two daughters to raise.

That life would definitely be incredibly happy.

But before he could get his happiness, Sienna disappeared.

Even now, Silas still felt a lingering sense of panic.

He would never forget going to the war zone to look for Sienna after all the hardship, only to be told that everyone on the medical team had died.

At that moment, he felt the world go dark.

All his dreams of being with Sienna shattered in that instant.

Those shards, like glass, stabbed straight into his heart.

Thinking back, Silas felt like he’d survived a disaster.

He walked over to Chloe, his tone gentle: "Let’s get in the car. We’ll go buy groceries together. Whatever you want to eat, just say it. Tonight, your mommy is the chef."

Hearing that, Julian clapped his little hands in excitement: "Mommy, sweet and sour ribs! Braised fish!"

Chloe agreed without hesitation: "Okay! Mommy will make it for you."

Silas chimed in: "I want spicy chicken and boiled pork slices."

"Not happening."

She’d never make Sichuan food for Silas Prescott. That’d blow her cover in no time.

Silas looked at Julian with a smile: "Your mom is so biased."

The little guy grinned mischievously: "Mommy loves me, not you."

"Well, soon I’ll make her love me too. Come on, let’s go home."

He said it smoothly, as if the three really were a family of three.

Chloe didn’t want to argue, because she had no idea what scheme this man was up to again.

The three of them finished shopping and went home.

Julian watched cartoons on the couch while Silas and Chloe cooked in the kitchen.

Chloe was about to clean the fish when Silas snatched it away.

"Go wash the vegetables. I’ll handle the killing. No need for you to get your hands dirty."

This scene reminded Chloe of five years ago.

She and Silas had cooked together in the kitchen just like this. Back then, Silas never let her do anything—just wanted her to be by his side.

And after being together, the cooking would always lead to something else—AI.

The cold countertop and the heat of their bodies made a stark contrast. Sienna never imagined such an ordinary place would become so charged with ambiguity.

Thinking of all this, Chloe felt complicated inside.

She and Silas did have sweet memories, but those had all turned sour because of his obsessiveness.

Just as Chloe was lost in thought, she suddenly heard a ’thud"—a fish had jumped off the cutting board onto the floor.

The fish’s blood splattered all over Silas.

Even his handsome face was dotted with scales and blood.

Seeing this, Chloe rushed over to help but Silas stopped her.

"Don’t come closer, or you’ll get blood all over too. Go find me some clothes. I’ll take a shower in a bit."

Chloe just said a calm "Okay" and left the kitchen.

Silas finished cleaning the fish and walked out to see Chloe holding a set of blue men’s pajamas.

He thought they belonged to Albie and said with disdain, "I’m not wearing someone else’s clothes. I want something new."

Chloe shot him a look: "These are for my dad. He hasn’t worn them yet."

At that, Silas quickly grabbed them, grinning, "Nice fabric, good style. Just give them to me. I’ll buy another set for your dad later."

With that, he carried the pajamas into the bathroom.

Julian, watching TV, puffed his cheeks in mock disgust: "Daddy, so childish."

Chloe burst out laughing: "Yeah, really childish. Not as mature as you, Julian."

"Mhm, Mommy loves me, not him."

"Okay, Mommy only loves you."

Standing under the shower, Silas sneezed several times in a row.

He thought the water was too cold and quickly turned it up a bit.

After his shower, he wanted to wash his dirty clothes.

Then he noticed a cufflink missing from his sleeve.

He immediately started looking around. Under the sink, he spotted something shiny.

He thought it was the cufflink and reached for it.

But when he picked it up, he saw—it was an obsidian earring...