My Fiancé's Scandals Never End, So I Married His Uncle Instead-Chapter 134: Give an Inch, Take a Mile

The moment Celia Sterling got into bed, Silas Norwood immediately dimmed the lights.

In the dim, intimate glow, his handsome figure descended, pinning her beneath him. This close, Celia could clearly smell his intoxicating, cool scent, mingled with a hint of men’s body wash. And with that single motion, the man’s cool presence gradually grew scorching hot.

"Silas Norwood," Celia said, pressing a hand against his chest, her voice soft and alluring. "Weren’t you being so proper just a moment ago? Done with the act?"

In the darkness, Silas said nothing.

He simply pulled open his bathrobe, took her hand, and guided it inside. He pressed it against his chest, tracing it down the contours of his muscles, over his chiseled abs, until it reached his taut waistline.

Celia’s mouth instantly went dry. "Silas, you’ve gotten wicked..."

"This should be about mutual pleasure," Silas murmured, leaning down to capture her lips. "While I’m completely captivated by you, Cece, I also want you to find endless pleasure with me..."

Celia was left dizzy and breathless by the scorching kiss. She vaguely felt him expertly unfasten her bra clasp. The next moment, his long fingers hooked her bathrobe and slid it to her waist, and his searing lips descended upon her chest.

The night was long.

His masculine beauty was intoxicating.

Celia was teased into a daze, her mind no longer capable of thought.

She didn’t know how much time had passed.

His scorching kisses traveled back up her collarbone and neck, returning to her lips. Silas’s voice was so hoarse it was nearly inaudible:

"Cece."

"Mmm..."

"We’ll be registering our marriage when we get back to Metropia in a day or two."

"Mmm..."

"We didn’t get to celebrate Chinese Valentine’s Day. You ditched me and came to Rhovan..."

"Mmm."

"I want to be a little more daring... and kiss you elsewhere. May I?"

Silas’s tone was lethally deep and sexy, with an undercurrent of gentle persuasion. Celia remembered how she’d abandoned him in Metropia on their first Chinese Valentine’s Day together, and she felt a pang of guilt.

"Where else do you want to kiss?"

After a brief silence in the darkness,

Silas took her earlobe between his lips and answered with a suggestive whisper:

"Everywhere."

The two of them didn’t leave the hotel until the following afternoon.

Their fingers were still intertwined, but Celia didn’t quite dare to look Silas in the eye.

’Last night, Silas had been absolutely wild.’

’The man who was normally so cool and aloof had been like a raging fire, searing every part of her body and sparing not even her most intimate places. Several times, Celia had been so mortified she’d wanted to flee, but the seemingly gentle man had easily held her captive, teasing her all night long.’

This had also disrupted their plan to go to the base for the final assessment, pushing it from the morning to the afternoon.

The moment they stepped out of the hotel room, Silas once again resumed his noble, reserved, and unapproachable air. He appeared distant and indifferent to everyone. Only when his gaze landed on Celia did it soften to an unbelievable degree, like melting ice.

"We’ll go check out the base this afternoon, then I’ll take you to a nearby night market tonight. Tomorrow, we head back to Metropia." Celia avoided looking at Silas, forcing herself to speak calmly, adding with special emphasis, "And you have to sleep on the sofa tonight."

Silas replied, calm and composed, "Alright."

The situation at the base had largely stabilized.

As Celia told him about her experiences at the base over the past few days, she casually mentioned President Lowell:

"I used to be a little arrogant, thinking that with my skills, I would one day create something that would make even the legendary perfumery families take notice. I don’t know much about Aurelian and The Valois Family, so I can’t comment on them. But the Lowell Family’s noble dedication to serving the public good... that’s a gap my brand, Delia Caine, could never bridge, no matter how many top-tier perfumes we create. After meeting President Lowell this time, I feel like I have a new definition for the words ’legendary family’."

"Cece, do you like the Lowell Family?" Silas asked, probing subtly as he thought of the truth hidden behind that vexing photograph.

"I used to just see them as an ultimate goal, but now I genuinely like them," Celia said, fiddling with his fingers. She even purposefully slipped off his family’s thumb ring and put it on her own thumb to play with. Silas let her, even adjusting the angle of the ring for her.

"The elders there are on great terms with me now; they often ask me over for a chat. President Lowell is wonderful, too—very generous. The Lowell Family’s chief incense master, Rosalie, and that Heath Lowell fellow I don’t know too well, they’re all very easygoing. They’re a legendary family, yet every single one of them is so humble and composed. They’re worlds better than those half-baked upstart brand families who are all noise and no substance!"

Silas chuckled in agreement. "Well then, if Cece had to choose, would you prefer living with the Lowell Family or the Sterling Family?"

"The Sterling Family, of course!" Celia said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "My brother is with the Sterling Family."

Silas had his answer, so he probed no further.

The base covered a vast area. From a distance, it was a delightful sea of vibrant colors. Many sections were covered with professional protective films, and in a few areas where an experimental-grade nutrient solution had just been sprayed, several experts were taking samples for observation.

Celia and Silas walked along a path winding through the flowers, breathing in the enchanting fragrance. She sighed softly.

"Being an incense master can be a bit tedious, but every time I see these raw material bases, it’s like stepping into a hidden paradise. I really enjoy it. You don’t know much about the Perfumery Guild, Silas, but just treating this as a regular garden... for someone like you in a high-ranking position, surrounded by schemers and backstabbers, it must be very therapeutic."

Celia looked at the scenery.

Silas was looking at her.

The beautiful girl in the white dress, walking among the flowers, had no idea that she herself was the most beautiful sight of all. Silas watched her, his gaze unwavering, for a long moment before gently replying:

"It’s not that I’m completely ignorant about the Perfumery Guild. I have a small raw material base or two myself."

Celia’s eyebrows shot up. "You have bases too? You’ve never mentioned it before."

Silas answered vaguely, "I have a director working for me who buys up bases when he’s bored. He just kept buying, and eventually, it grew to a certain scale."

The key was, no one could throw money around like he could.

With money being no object, and with Miles Trenton’s predatory nature, he had, almost by accident, developed Silas’s bases into the largest network in the world over the years.

"How large a scale?" Celia asked, curious.

Silas had only recently stood Celia up at The Regent’s Residence while using his identity as Rivermoon, so he didn’t quite dare to tell the whole truth right now.

"It’s nothing special. Not as big as your base, Cece."

’In the end, it was all property he planned to give to his precious wife anyway, so it basically counted as hers.’

’Adding what she already owned herself, you could count every major base owner in the world, and none of them would have more than his wife.’

’So what he said wasn’t exactly a lie.’

But Celia misunderstood him. "Combined, they’re not even as big as my plot here in Rhovan?"

Silas fell silent.

Celia patted his hand gently. "Silas, don’t overthink it. Your bases might be small, but they’d make a nice private nature reserve. Besides, the Norwood Family’s business empire is big enough as it is. You’re so busy—you can leave a specialized field like perfumery to your girlfriend, the professional."

Silas: "...Alright."

’He’d intended to reveal a little, but it seemed... after hiding it for so long, the truth had become too tangled to explain.’