Entangled in the Night: Unable to Escape Him-Chapter 133: I’m Not Slow-Witted, I Just Need a Wife

Chapter 133: Chapter 133: I’m Not Slow-Witted, I Just Need a Wife

Hearing that voice, Silas startled and quickly pulled his hand back.

He scrambled to switch on the bedside lamp.

The cold white light flooded the room, but to his surprise, it wasn’t Chloe sitting by the bed—it was Jett.

Just realizing that the person he’d reached out to touch was the man before him—

Silas suddenly felt revulsed.

He grabbed a tissue, wiping his hand with some distaste, and demanded coldly, "Why is it you? Where’s Chloe?"

Jett chuckled lightly, "If it wasn’t me, what were you planning to do to Chloe? Hold her hand, and then what, try to kiss her while she’s asleep?"

"What I want to do is none of your business."

"Silas, you really are cunning to the core, playing the hypocrite, but inside you’re dirtier than anyone. But as long as I’m here, I won’t let you lay a finger on Chloe, so you can forget it."

Silas raised a brow dismissively, "I’m not even afraid of her husband—why should I fear the ex-boyfriend?"

"An ex-boyfriend’s still a friend—that’s better than you, who aren’t anything to her. Silas, I’m warning you: if you dare try something shady with Chloe, I’ll kill you."

Just as the two were arguing, the door of the hospital room swung open.

Seeing Chloe walk in, the sharpness in Silas’s eyes instantly softened.

Even his voice grew a little huskier.

"Chloe, if you hadn’t come in, he was about to kill me."

With a roll, he hopped off the bed and strode over to Chloe, wrapping her in his arms.

His eyes brimmed with repressed grievance.

Watching this, Jett was so mad he gritted his teeth, "How many years of drinking Longjing tea do you need to get this good at acting like a victim?"

Silas pretended not to understand, his gaze deep as he looked at Chloe: "He’s slandering me again. I don’t like tea—I like milk."

That one line made Chloe recall scenes of her and Silas together.

Once, she’d bought a cup of milk tea and excitedly offered it to Silas.

"Big brother, this milk tea I bought is super tasty. Want to try?"

But Silas didn’t drink it; instead, he hugged Sienna tightly in his arms.

He leaned in, voice husky, and whispered in her ear, "Sienna, I don’t like tea, I only like milk."

Sienna had only later realized exactly what kind of milk Silas wanted.

Recalling all that, Chloe hurriedly pushed Silas away and stuffed the medicine in his hand.

"The fever’s down, but you still have inflammation. Take the antibiotics for three days, and no alcohol during the meds."

Silas nodded, "Alright, I’ll definitely listen to you this time. Otherwise I’ll keep getting fevers and you’ll worry about me."

Seeing him overdoing it, Chloe didn’t hold back: "Quit dreaming."

Jett couldn’t help snorting, "President Prescott really has a thick skin. If the Great Wall were made of your face, Lady Corisande wouldn’t be able to cry it down ten times over."

Silas just ignored Jett’s mockery. He took several pills out of the box, ready to toss them in his mouth, when Chloe stopped him.

"You haven’t eaten; don’t take medicine on an empty stomach."

"Oh, then I’ll order delivery."

"I already bought you congee—it’s in my mom’s room. I’ll go get it for you in a minute."

"You’re so thoughtful."

Watching Chloe leave, Silas flashed Jett a smug smile: "How did she know congee is all I want when I’m sick? Clearly Chloe cares about me."

Jett was so pissed he kicked him: "I really want to know what brand of garbage bag you are, since you can fake it so well."

As the two were bickering, Owen Paxton pushed open the door.

"President Prescott, I found several photos from when Auntie had her accident. Have a look."

He handed Silas his phone. The photos showed a crowd at the scenic overlook, all dressed brightly, laughing, Mrs. Nash included.

One photo captured Mrs. Nash right before the fall.

A large hand was visibly pressing against Mrs. Nash’s chest.

Seeing this, Silas immediately zoomed in and pointed at the owner of the hand: "It’s her."

Owen leaned over for a closer look, "She’s from another group—her name’s Tina Armstrong, she’s from Varden, works as a consultant at a beauty salon. The trip was team-building for their beauty salon."

Hearing that, Silas’s eyes darkened.

"Auntie’s from Riverton, so why’d she have conflict with people from a Varden beauty salon? Investigate whether any of her clients know someone involved."

Owen glanced at Jett and said, "I checked—one of her clients is Mrs. Sterling."

At that name, a cold light flashed in Silas’s eyes.

Five years ago, Claire Channing broke up Jett and Chloe; five years later she framed Chloe’s father, hurt Chloe, and now tried to kill Mrs. Nash. He no longer believed Claire did all this just to stop Chloe being with Jett.

She must have another motive.

Silas looked at Jett with apathy: "How does President Sterling feel about your stepmother now?"

Jett was already livid, his face stone cold: "It must have been her. I’ll investigate and get the evidence—I’ll make sure she lands in prison."

"It’s useless. Even if you find out, someone else will take the blame for her. Just like what happened to your uncle. So I think we need to find out why Claire Channing keeps targeting the Nash Family. Is there some old grudge?"

"I checked; they weren’t connected before."

"My gut says there is something—we just haven’t found it yet."

Silas ordered in a low tone, "Check out this Tina Armstrong—if I’m right, she’s probably in need of money recently."

Owen nodded, "Okay, I’ll look into it now."

Jett said gravely, "I’ll take care of this. I want to see exactly how capable Claire Channing is."

A few days later, Mrs. Nash was discharged from the hospital.

Silas came to pick her up personally, bringing Julian along.

Seeing Mrs. Nash in the wheelchair, the little one trotted over on his short legs.

He crouched by Mrs. Nash’s side and blew gently on her injured thigh a few times, then looked up and said, "Grandma, Julian will blow on it and it won’t hurt anymore."

Seeing him like this, Mrs. Nash smiled and kissed his cheek, "With you here, nothing hurts anymore, Grandma."

Julian’s dark bright eyes blinked: "Mommy is Daddy’s painkiller, and Julian is Grandma’s painkiller. One kiss and it doesn’t hurt, right?"

At those words, Chloe’s cheeks flushed a little.

Suddenly she remembered Silas saying something similar to her years ago back home.

Noticing the blush, Silas leaned in and whispered in her ear, "You’re my painkiller. Funny, I don’t remember. Was it that time I was injured and unconscious and you snuck a kiss—did he see?"

Chloe glared at him, "You actually believe everything kids say? Are you simple-minded or what?"

Silas grinned, "I’m not simple, I’m just missing a wife."

Chloe: "...."