Entangled in the Night: Unable to Escape Him-Chapter 126: I Thought You Just Wanted My Body

Chapter 126: Chapter 126: I Thought You Just Wanted My Body

This earring is exactly the same as the one the donor left in the taxi.

Seeing this, Silas’s heart suddenly began to race.

If Chloe has this same earring, does that mean she’s the donor to the orphanage?

And the donor’s handwriting is just like Sienna’s.

Does that mean Chloe is Sienna?

Silas had always suspected it, just without conclusive evidence.

Now, seeing this earring, he nervously swallowed hard.

His damp back pressed heavily against the cold wall, unable to hide the excitement surging in his deep, dark eyes.

He stared at that obsidian earring, his voice low and hoarse: "Sienna, is it really you?"

The truth was getting closer and closer, and Silas didn’t even know how to describe his feelings at this moment.

He’d always wondered if Chloe might actually be his Sienna.

But he’d always tried to control his physical attraction to Chloe with logic.

He feared, if it was true, that Sienna would run from him again.

Now, he’d basically confirmed that Chloe’s preferences were the same as Sienna’s.

They both feared dogs, were allergic to pollen, liked thrill rides, and both had thalassemia.

Now he’d proved they owned the same style of earrings.

All these signs pointed to Sienna’s soul hiding beneath Chloe’s face.

But how could he be sure now, once and for all, that she was his Sienna?

Silas stayed in the bathroom for a long while before coming out, making Chloe feel a little puzzled.

She knocked on the bathroom door and called out, "Silas, are you done yet? Julian wants to use the toilet."

Silas quickly collected his thoughts, put on his pajamas, and walked out.

The deep blue pajamas made his skin look even paler, and water beads rolled down his sexy collarbone visible at the neck.

There was a faint blush on his already handsome face.

His thick lashes were still damp.

This Silas, fresh out of the water, looked like a devil beguiling souls, bewitching the mind.

Chloe felt her heart fluttering uncontrollably.

Scenes from being with Silas flashed in her mind uncontrollably.

That same wickedly beautiful face, the same strong body—only back then, it wasn’t water but sweat rolling down his cheeks.

Beads of Silas’s burning sweat fell one by one onto Sienna’s body.

His low, hoarse voice echoed again and again at her ear.

"Sienna, say you love me."

Sienna couldn’t withstand his fierce desire and could only whisper softly, "I love you."

"Say you’ll love me forever, never leave me."

"I’ll love you for a lifetime, and I’ll never leave you."

Hearing these words, Silas’s already soaring passion became even harder to contain.

A hoarse, guttural sound rumbled in his throat.

"Sienna loves me so much, I should let you know how much I love you, too."

Before the words faded, Sienna felt the big bed trembling more and more violently.

The chandelier on the ceiling shook until she couldn’t see clearly.

Thinking of this, Chloe couldn’t help clenching her fingers tightly.

She quickly avoided Silas’s gaze.

Seeing her like this, Silas slowly bent down, his damp eyes fixed closely on her.

"Dr. Nash, why is your face so red?"

Chloe pretended to be calm. "From cooking. Too hot."

Silas replied indifferently, "Oh. For a moment there I thought you were salivating over me."

Chloe didn’t want to respond, quickly turning to take Julian Prescott’s hand. "Julian, can you go by yourself?"

Julian nodded obediently, "Mm-hmm, I can. Don’t worry, Mom."

He pushed the door open and even closed it carefully after going in.

After dinner, Silas didn’t linger but left with Julian, driving home.

He put the two earrings together. Same brand, same style, just different engravings—one with a sun, one with a moon.

Silas took out his phone and called Owen Paxton.

"Have you checked the maker of that earring from last time?"

"Found it. It’s a 2015 New Year’s release; each pair has a different motif on the back. Ours is from the ’Sun and Moon Shine Together’ series. The matching earring should have a moon on the back."

Hearing this, Silas’s throat tightened. He asked, "Are you sure there’s only one pair of each design?"

"Absolutely sure. Why, President Prescott, have you discovered something new?"

Silas’s voice was a little hoarse, "I found the other earring—at Chloe’s house."

Owen paused, then hurriedly said, "So does this mean we can confirm Dr. Nash is Miss Sienna Paxton?"

"I need to confirm it myself."

——

Chloe had just left work when her mother called.

She quickly answered, "Mom, how’s your trip going?"

Her mother sounded really happy, "Fantastic! The scenery here is beautiful. We took so many pictures and have been swapping clothes. Hahaha, feels like being young again."

Seeing her so happy, Chloe smiled, comforted. "That’s great. Take lots of photos—I’ll make a video for you when you’re back so you can show off in your Moments."

"Yes! And I want music, too."

"No problem."

They chatted for a while, then Mrs. Nash suddenly said, "Chloe, gotta go now—we’re heading up Mornfell next. I hear the sunrise is amazing, all that mist. We’re staying on the mountain so we can get up early to see it. Chloe, remember to take good care of yourself."

"Got it. Be safe, okay?"

After hanging up, Chloe set her phone down but then saw a QQ reminder pop up.

[A friend has a birthday today. Hurry and send them your wishes!]

Chloe glanced at the calendar. It was only now that she realized—today was Sienna’s birthday.

She hadn’t celebrated in years and had almost forgotten this date.

She suddenly remembered her first year at the Paxton Family. On her birthday, she sat alone in her room, hugging her grandpa’s and dad’s photos, crying her eyes out.

Crying, she’d said, "Grandpa, Dad, don’t worry about me. Sienna is doing well now—she just misses you terribly."

And she’d thought about all the birthdays they celebrated for her.

Her dad would buy her a big cake every year and give her loads of gifts.

He’d always said she was a gift from heaven, and he’d be there to watch her grow up.

But Dad broke his promise—he only accompanied her for ten years.

As she wallowed in the pain of missing her family, someone knocked on her door.

Sienna hurriedly wiped her tears and ran to open it.

It was Silas, holding a pink gift bag, standing at her door.

On his refined face was a gentle smile.

He handed her the gift bag, his tone soft and warm, "Sienna, happy birthday."

Sienna burst into tears instantly, taking the gift with a choked voice.

"Thank you, big brother."

Silas smiled and patted her head. "No more crying. As long as I’m here, I’ll celebrate your birthday every year. Get changed—let’s go, I’ll show you someplace special."

Sienna was nervous but also looking forward to seeing where Silas would take her.

When they arrived, she found out that Silas had decorated the wedding house grandpa bought him to host her birthday party.

He’d even invited lots of Sienna’s classmates and friends.

Lucy Rhodes ran over with a laugh, taking her hand, "Sienna, I’m so jealous of you. My brother’s never been this nice to me! He never lets anyone into this villa, but today he’s letting you celebrate here—he really treasures you."

Sienna’s heart beat faster. She knew Silas was only doing this because he pitied her, or because Grandpa Prescott made him.

But that young girl’s heart still throbbed uncontrollably.

She looked up at Silas, her voice soft, "Thank you, big brother."

Silas smiled, "Go play with them. Tonight, you two are staying here."

That night, Sienna had so much fun, feeling herself wrapped in happiness.

Her secret crush on Silas quietly took root in her heart.

Thinking of all this, Chloe’s lips curled in a bitter smile.

If only she’d kept her little secret well hidden back then, if Silas had never known, perhaps things wouldn’t have ended up like this.

Just then, Owen’s voice came from behind her: "Dr. Nash."

Chloe whipped around, just in time to see Owen Paxton hurrying toward her, looking as if something urgent had happened.

Chloe frowned, "What’s wrong? Is Julian okay?"

Owen was sweating, shaking his head, "No, it’s President Prescott. He’s hurt, his wound’s infected, he has a fever. He won’t take medicine or let me call a doctor, and he’s been drinking a lot. I can’t talk any sense into him. Could you please check on him?"

Chloe’s chest tightened, "How did he get hurt?"

Owen frowned, troubled, "Today’s Miss Sienna Paxton’s birthday, and every year at this time, President Prescott locks himself in that villa, carving words into his skin with a knife, refusing treatment, drinking himself numb... Maybe it’s the only way not to feel pain."

Those words stabbed into Chloe’s heart like cold silver needles, deeper and deeper.

She knew Silas carved words onto his chest, but she never realized just how cruel he was to himself every year at this time.

The thought of Silas’s body covered in wounds, untreated, drunk to oblivion—made her heart feel as if it were being squeezed tight with pain.

She said immediately, "Take me to him."