Flash Marriage With Mr. Sheffield: Go Away, Cheap Man!-Chapter 39: Silas Truly Cares

Silas Sheffield guided Clara in editing her resume and then pulled her in for a kiss.

Clara sat on his lap, held tightly by the waist and head, as the kiss grew deep and passionate.

After several kisses, Silas’s kissing skills had obviously improved.

Clara was retreating step by step, almost out of breath.

As the kiss ended, Clara’s lips were bright red, like a delicate rose in full bloom.

"Clara..." The man gazed at her, his narrow eyes holding emotions Clara couldn’t decipher, as the slightly rough pad of his finger gently traced her lips, sending tingles through her.

"Silas, I... I’m going back to my room now..." Clara pushed away from Silas, got up, and turned to flee.

Back in her room, Clara closed the door and leaned against it, taking deep breaths to calm her frantic heartbeat.

It was truly overwhelming.

It was just a resume revision, how did it end up in a kiss again?

Clara patted her forehead, exhaled, sat by her desk, and opened her resume to make the changes Silas suggested.

After revising, she meticulously checked it twice from start to finish.

Once sure there were no errors, she sent the resume to the HR email of the Sheffield Group’s Veridian Branch.

At around ten the next morning, Clara received a call from HR.

"Miss Sterling, I’ve received your resume. Are you available for an interview at 3 PM today?"

Elated, Clara replied, "Hello, I can make it at 3 PM today."

"Great, please come to the twelfth floor of our company at 3 PM for the interview."

"Okay."

Clara majored in telecommunications engineering in college and was applying for the position of assistant director in the Sheffield Group’s network information department.

Though an assistant, the job aligns with her major, requiring some theoretical knowledge and technical support, though not as challenging as a purely technical role.

After lunch, Silas suddenly asked, "Have you sent your resume?"

Clara smiled and said, "Yes, thanks to you for helping me with it yesterday, Silas."

With a serious tone, the man replied, "No need to thank me; you’ve already given your token of appreciation."

Clara’s cheeks instantly flushed.

"Oh, what kind of token of appreciation?" Sophie Sheffield teased, grinning as she looked at Clara, "It wouldn’t be anything inappropriate, would it?"

"No, no." Clara glanced at Silas, slightly reproachful, her eyes seemingly saying, Sophie is still here, how could you say such things?

Silas smirked contentedly, "When’s the interview?"

"3 PM today."

Silas nodded, "Just in time."

"What?" Clara asked, puzzled.

Just then, Ms. Cheney approached, "Sir, they have arrived."

"Let them in."

"Yes, sir."

In no time, Ms. Cheney led a team of people into the villa’s hall.

Clara was confused, "What is all this?"

The next second, two women in business suits pushed a rack filled with suits toward them.

They positioned the rack facing Silas and Clara on the sofa, bowed respectfully, "Good afternoon, President Sheffield, good afternoon, madam."

Silas glanced at Clara, "These are for you."

"Wow, how thoughtful." Sophie Sheffield chuckled at the suits, "I thought you were cold to everyone, but when it comes to Clara, you really go all out."

Clara was stunned looking at the rack full of suits, "So many?"

"Yes, all custom-made to your measurements." Silas casually remarked, "Didn’t you have an interview this afternoon? Pick one you like."

Clara was overwhelmed by the gesture, "Isn’t this a bit much? Just for an interview, you got so many custom-made suits?"

Silas: "The rest are yours too. Sheffield has a dress code for employees; professional attire is a must."

"I see." Clara said, pursing her lips, "Thank you, Silas."

The man slightly frowned, "That’s too formal."

Sophie Sheffield nudged Clara lightly, "We’re family, no need for formalities. Go pick one you like."

"Sure."

The rack had over twenty suits in black, coffee, beige, apricot, dark gray, light gray, and misty blue, each paired with a shirt.

After browsing, Clara chose a classic black suit with a white shirt, "I’ll take this one."

Sophie Sheffield nodded, "That one looks great, very nice."

Clara took the outfit upstairs to her bedroom to change and came back down.

Sophie Sheffield’s eyes lit up with admiration, "Wow, Clara, you look amazing in a suit. A little makeup, and you’ll look even more stunning."

The custom suit was impeccably tailored, with an excellent cut and fabric.

Putting it on transformed Clara, replacing her youthful innocence with a touch of professionalism and flair.

Silas nodded slightly, "Not bad."

"This is my first professional suit indeed..."

Clara was about to express her gratitude but remembered how Silas mentioned not being so formal and stopped, saying, "You really put thought into this, Silas."

"Hmm." The man nodded, gesturing to the people nearby.

The group that entered earlier quickly took the suits off the rack and headed upstairs.

Silas: "These will be placed in your wardrobe. I’ll have new ones sent at the start of each month."

Clara: "There’s already enough for me to wear, no need to trouble yourself every month."

Leaving no room for refusal, Silas said, "It’s no trouble."

Sophie Sheffield, with a playful hug around Clara’s shoulder, chimed in, "Oh, Clara, you’re practically my sister-in-law now. No need to be so polite with my brother."

This was Clara’s first time being addressed as "sister-in-law."

It felt quite intriguing.

She was happy but also felt a slight tinge of nervousness.

Like the first flower blossoming in early spring, enjoying the gentle warmth of the sun yet shivering a bit in the crisp chill of spring.

Even now, Clara felt her role as Mrs. Sheffield seemed somewhat borrowed.

Were Thea Tate to return from abroad, she could lose this identity at any time.

Clara wasn’t skilled with makeup, often just applying a simple layer.

Silas had arranged for a professional makeup artist to apply her makeup.

A very chic, work-appropriate look paired with her black suit indeed portrayed an image of a workplace elite.

At 2:10 PM, Clara left, walking to the subway station.

She wanted to earn her way into Sheffield based on her abilities, of course, she couldn’t let a Sheffield Family’s driver take her in Silas’s car to the company.

After Clara left.

Sophie Sheffield, grinning slyly, asked Silas, "Brother, you’re treating Clara so well, have you fallen for her?"

Silas looked up at her without replying.

"Well, you don’t need to say it; I can see it. The way you look at Clara is different from how you look at others."

Silas’s fingers paused in typing an email, "How is it different?"

Sophie Sheffield thought for a moment, then replied, "When you look at others, your face is cold, and your gaze lacks warmth, but when you look at Clara, the ice and snow in your eyes melt away."