My Fiancé's Scandals Never End, So I Married His Uncle Instead-Chapter 120: Sexy and Flirtatious

Quinn Sinclair looked like she’d been struck by lightning!

Her expression was stiff and dazed as she stared at the man in front of Celia Sterling. For a moment, she thought she must be hearing things.

Silas Norwood had already sat down beside Celia Sterling.

He slowly removed his mask.

That incredibly distinctive face appeared before Quinn Sinclair—noble, aloof, and exquisitely handsome, with striking features.

He placed the milk teas by Celia Sterling’s hand and said softly, "One is seventy-percent sugar, and one is thirty-percent. Try them both and drink whichever one you like."

As he spoke, he put straws in both cups, then picked one up and held it to her lips. Celia Sterling took a sip and shook her head slightly. "It’s too bland. I don’t want this one."

"The seventy-percent, then." Silas Norwood handed her the other cup, took back the thirty-percent one, and had a sip himself. "You’re right, it’s not very good," he commented.

Sitting to the side, Quinn Sinclair watched as Silas Norwood unhesitatingly drank from the same straw Celia Sterling had just used. The corner of her mouth twitched.

"Miss Sinclair." Silas Norwood finally glanced over at Quinn Sinclair. Unlike the gentle look he gave Celia, his gaze toward Quinn was distant and cool. "It’s good that Cece is having fun with her friends, but I’d rather you not badmouth me in front of her all the time."

"I... I didn’t..." Quinn Sinclair stammered, her heart pounding. ’How much did he overhear of me running my mouth just now?’ At the same time, she was still reeling from the massive shock that Celia Sterling’s boyfriend was Silas Norwood. She felt like half her soul had been rattled out of her body, leaving her completely dazed.

’So that’s why!’ she thought. ’Kian Sterling is notoriously domineering in our circle. How could he have possibly agreed to call off the engagement? Turns out it was for Silas Norwood, their circle’s ethereal, unattainable dreamboat...’

She desperately wanted to ask Celia how she’d managed to drag this celestial being down from his pedestal. But even though she was screaming internally like a startled marmot, on the outside, Quinn Sinclair sat as quiet and timid as a quail.

Her strategy was simple: if Silas Norwood didn’t speak, she wouldn’t speak.

Silas Norwood had the refined grace of a man from a distinguished family; he wasn’t petty enough to deliberately give a woman a hard time. Still, a warning was in order.

"Frigid and boring, cold and heartless, and... living on incense ash. Coincidentally, I heard all of it."

’Holy shit,’ Quinn Sinclair thought. She and Celia had been gossiping for several minutes. A prim and proper gentleman like Silas Norwood had been eavesdropping that whole time?

She reached under the table and gave Celia Sterling’s sleeve a pleading tug.

Celia Sterling cleared her throat and, in turn, tugged on Silas Norwood’s sleeve.

Silas Norwood sighed. "...Miss Sinclair, don’t let it happen again."

"It won’t, I swear. It absolutely won’t happen again," Quinn Sinclair vowed, raising her hand.

Silas Norwood let the matter drop.

Quinn Sinclair shot Celia Sterling a grateful look, then quickly typed a message to her brother before scrambling to her feet. "Chairman Norwood, Cece, I’m so sorry, my brother just twisted his ankle so I’m going to go check on him I won’t keep you company anymore..."

She blurted it all out in one breath and bolted.

The owner brought over a huge platter of grilled skewers. The table was covered—not just with what Celia had ordered, but also with the food Second Young Master Sinclair had added to the order.

Quinn Sinclair was long gone. Celia paused, then gestured for the owner to pack up the portion Second Young Master Sinclair had ordered. "You have Miss Sinclair’s number, right? See what corner she’s hiding in and have someone take this to her."

「A few dozen meters away, under the shade of a tree.」

Holding a milk tea, Second Young Master Sinclair stared wordlessly at Quinn Sinclair, who was crouched on a low stool, peeking at Celia Sterling through the tree branches. He handed her a lamb skewer the owner had sent over.

"Why don’t we get a private room?"

"The view from a private room is terrible. Bro, don’t bother me." Quinn Sinclair kept her eyes glued to the scene. From her vantage point, she had a perfect view of Celia’s table. Every time Celia ate half a skewer, Silas Norwood would take it and finish the rest. Once or twice, the man rumored to be frigid even leaned in with shocking intimacy and bit a piece of food right off Celia’s lips...

’So much for cold and abstinent,’ she thought. ’He’s a total flirt, a master of seduction! This is a bona fide expert at romance!’

Quinn Sinclair scrubbed her face vigorously, then suddenly looked back at Second Young Master Sinclair. "Bro, don’t tell anyone we saw Silas Norwood tonight. When they make it official in a few days, I want to see all those thirsty fangirls lose their minds!"

Second Young Master Sinclair nodded silently. A moment ago, his sister had messaged him not to show himself, and he’d been confused. But then he saw Silas Norwood, and his shock was no less than Quinn’s. Still, men aren’t as obsessed with gossip as women. He wouldn’t dare breathe a word about Silas Norwood’s private affairs, not even if he had ten times the nerve.

"Hurry up and eat so we can go," Second Young Master Sinclair gently reminded her. "If our older brother finds out I snuck you out, and on top of that we offended Chairman Norwood, I’m going to get dragged into your mess when we get back."

"Almost done." Not quite satisfied, Quinn Sinclair took one last look over at Celia’s table. She saw that at some point, Silas Norwood had wrapped his arms around Celia from behind, their heads touching as they drank from the same cup of milk tea.

If any of the women from their circle saw this, they would absolutely lose their minds.

「Port Sovereign. Wyvern Bay Villa.」

Summer Sutton was changing in front of a mirror while her agent, Anne Lowell, sat to one side with a grim expression. "How long were you even in Oakhaven?" Anne’s voice was icy. "Long enough to force the Ninth Master to have his men throw you back to Port Sovereign. All those years you spent learning how the world works, was it all for nothing? You could have offended anyone, but you just had to go and offend your biggest patron."

Summer Sutton ignored the question. "You’ll have to handle the meeting with President Warren later. I have something to do, so I’ll be getting out of the car on the way."

"Are you crazy?" Anne Lowell was furious. "Take a look at those bodyguards outside the door! The Ninth Master’s men are watching you. You’ve been back in Port Sovereign for less than half an hour, and you’re already getting restless!"

"The Ninth Master?" Summer Sutton said quietly. "From now on, the Ninth Master is no longer my shield. I can only reclaim my former glory by becoming Miss Sutton again."

She looked at Anne Lowell. "If I succeed, you succeed."

At midnight, Summer Sutton, disguised as Anne Lowell, slipped out of the minivan in a seedy part of town. She dodged the bodyguards tailing her and disappeared into the crowd.

Half an hour later, she appeared at a private hospital in Port Sovereign.

The elevator took her directly to the VIP ward on the sixteenth floor. In the hallway, Second Young Master Sutton, his arm in a sling, watched Summer Sutton step out of the elevator. He jutted his chin toward a hospital room. "Father was so happy to hear you were coming that he couldn’t sleep all night. After you, little sister."

Summer Sutton paused at the doorway.

Second Young Master Sutton didn’t rush her.

After a few minutes, Summer Sutton took a deep breath and stepped into the room.

Kenneth Sutton, the head of the Sutton family, lay on the hospital bed. His complexion was sallow, and he looked like he was at death’s door. Unlike his sharp-featured, illegitimate sons, he had a more scholarly and refined air. But illness had stripped away every trace of his once-powerful presence, leaving him looking utterly lifeless.

"Dad, your daughter Summer is here." Second Young Master Sutton leaned in and spoke softly into Kenneth Sutton’s ear. "You’ve been longing to see her, haven’t you? If you have anything to say, you can tell her now."

Kenneth Sutton’s cloudy eyes struggled to focus on Summer Sutton’s face for a long moment. He sighed. "Our Ellie is all grown up. When you were little, you looked just like your mother. But now that you’re older, you don’t resemble anyone at all..."