My Fiancé's Scandals Never End, So I Married His Uncle Instead-Chapter 109: Audacious

The villa had been notified of their arrival in advance.

As Silas Norwood stepped out of the car carrying Celia, a butler immediately came forward to personally lead the way. Behind them, a maid picked up Celia’s luggage and trailed closely behind.

With her arms wrapped around his neck, Celia let him carry her all the way through the garden, the outer hall, and into the living room.

"Silas, you can put me down on the sofa," she said, shifting slightly in his arms.

Silas Norwood pretended not to hear, calmly asking the butler, "Where is Cece’s bedroom?"

The butler quickly replied, "It’s on the second floor. Shall I show Chairman Norwood the way?"

Celia glanced at Silas Norwood’s face and gently tugged on his lapel. "What are we going to the bedroom for?"

His expression didn’t change as he answered with perfect seriousness, "To help my girlfriend unpack."

Celia let out a soft "oh" and gestured for the butler to stand down. "I can show Silas up myself."

The butler discreetly withdrew.

Celia leaned close to Silas Norwood’s ear, her voice low and soft. "Silas... my bedroom is the second door from the left on the second floor."

A slight tingle went through Silas Norwood’s earlobe. "Alright."

He carried her upstairs without any effort, stopping at the bedroom door.

The bedroom door was ajar. A maid respectfully placed the luggage inside before tactfully departing. Only then did Silas Norwood carry Celia into the room, casually closing the door behind him.

And just as casually, locked it.

He still didn’t put Celia down.

But in the private space, Celia could clearly feel his breathing deepen slightly.

"Silas," Celia leaned close to him again. Now that they were alone, her voice grew even softer and sweeter, tinged with a hint of teasing. "Do you... want some sugar?"

Silas Norwood didn’t deny it, his voice deep. "Was it that obvious?"

Celia gazed at the man’s cool, ascetic face. "Just a guess."

Silas Norwood bent down, placing her on the bed. He loomed over her, pinning her in place. His amber eyes swirled with a turbulent light, and his voice grew husky.

"I’ve wanted to since we were in the car."

Celia blinked. "Then why didn’t you take what you wanted in the car?"

"The assistant and the driver were both there." Silas Norwood’s breath drew nearer, his tone regretful. "I can’t be too unrestrained in public."

Celia gently countered, "So now you can be unrestrained?"

Gazing at the girl lying between the soft bed and his own body, Silas Norwood’s throat went dry. "Can I be... a little more unrestrained than just kissing?"

Celia slowly tugged at his shirt, pulling him down and granting him permission. "I don’t see why not."

A beautiful woman is certainly intoxicating.

But the allure of a man as bewitching as Silas Norwood was on another level entirely—devastatingly lethal.

’She wanted some sugar, too.’

The moment the words left her lips, Silas Norwood swooped down. He was restrained at first, but instinct quickly took over, his kisses trailing ever lower...

Then, losing control, he tore her top.

He buried his head, sinking into indulgence.

’Truly unrestrained.’

By the time they both regained their senses from the sensual haze, more than half an hour had passed.

Silas Norwood’s breathing was ragged. Looking slightly disheveled, he was the one to call a halt. "I’m going to the bathroom."

He didn’t specify what for.

The corners of Celia’s eyes were tinged with red as she hid herself completely under the covers.

After nearly an hour of cooling down, Silas Norwood emerged from the bathroom, his usual cool, elegant composure restored.

He glanced down, picked up a black lace bra from the floor, and noted the deformed clasp. After carefully memorizing the size on the tag, he silently tossed it into the trash can.

Celia was now sitting on the sofa, one hand covering her top where the buttons had been ripped off. Her hair was a mess, her expression was languid, and she didn’t feel like moving an inch.

"From now on, no more ripping my clothes."

"My apologies," Silas Norwood said earnestly. "Next time, Cece can teach me."

"Teach you what?"

Silas Norwood’s gaze fixed on her. Her disheveled top had slipped down her shoulder, revealing the bare skin underneath and a dense, amorous scattering of love bites. He paused, not daring to stare for too long at a sight that could be the death of him.

"Cece, you’re asking a question you already know the answer to."

Celia let go of her annoyance and chided him softly, "What kind of proper girl teaches a man how to take her clothes off?"

With that, she ignored him and went into the bathroom herself.

When she emerged in her pajamas, Silas Norwood was already methodically unpacking her suitcase. A pile of souvenirs from Port Sovereign had been neatly arranged on the coffee table, revealing several exquisite boxes and a photo album that had been underneath.

"Where should I put these souvenirs?" Silas Norwood asked. Having had his fill of "sugar," he seemed to be in an excellent mood, his tone impossibly gentle.

"Pick a few for yourself. Just put the rest aside; I’ll take them to the office tomorrow to give to my staff." Feeling lazy, Celia watched him tidy up from her spot on the sofa.

Silas Norwood casually selected a few, then turned his attention back to the suitcase, ignoring the other souvenirs.

Following the packing order from top to bottom, he picked up a box decorated with a Lingzhi mushroom pattern.

"That one goes in the safe in the display room next door. It’s a manuscript from the Lowell Family—my greatest treasure," Celia directed in a soft voice.

Silas Norwood murmured his assent and got up. Following Celia’s directions, he pressed a button on the wall. A side door in the bedroom slid open, revealing the vast display room connected to it.

The display room was filled with a dazzling array of items. One entire wall glittered with jewelry, while another was lined with all sorts of exquisite bottles and jars. A safe stood in the corner. Celia recited the code without hesitation, and Silas Norwood bent down to open it.

The safe was far from empty, and nearly everything inside was related to perfumery, including the twelve vials of perfume concentrate that Silas Norwood had given her.

He took only a brief glance before politely averting his eyes and carefully placing the manuscript inside.

Turning back, he picked up the next exquisite box in the sequence.

"Where does this one go?" he asked with great patience.

Celia glanced over. "Those are diamonds my brother won at an auction in Port Sovereign. Arrange them by color on the wall display. If there isn’t enough space, the cabinets in there are also for jewelry and diamonds."

Since he had to arrange them by color, he would naturally have to open the boxes.

Silas Norwood’s long, slender fingers slowly opened the box, his gaze falling upon the brilliant, large diamonds inside.

Over a dozen priceless colored diamonds glittered dazzlingly.

The Norwood Family owned several mines, and their jewelry brand was world-renowned. Even as a hands-off chairman, his standards were by no means low. Moreover, he himself had recently given Celia a massive amount of jewelry as compensation.

He could tell with a single glance that the total value of these stones was no less than a billion.

A profound look entered Silas Norwood’s eyes.

As the man in charge of the Norwood Family, he had always been rational. He used to think that irrational, impractical, and flashy purchases like diamonds and jewelry were something only a love-struck fool like Declan Norwood would do. Then he became Celia’s boyfriend and discovered that he, too, would lose control and buy things impulsively to please her, dropping billions at the drop of a hat—even more recklessly than Declan ever had.

But he had never expected that Kian Sterling was also capable of such unrestrained behavior.