Silas Prescott held Chloe Nash tightly, his hot and moist lips brushing against her ear deliberately or unintentionally.
The heavy scent of alcohol mixed with the man’s hormones flooded Chloe’s senses.
It suddenly reminded her of Sienna Paxton and Silas Prescott’s first ti together.
He held her like this too, looking at her with bleary eyes, his voice hoarse from the alcohol.
"Sienna, let teach you how to truly like soone."
Without waiting for Sienna’s reaction, he kissed her lips.
While kissing her, he whispered in her ear, "Sienna, relax a bit, I’ll be gentle."
He coaxed her to let down her guard and comply, but he went back on his word, every move was heavy, making Sienna feel like the whole villa was shaking.
Recalling this, Chloe was frightened and quickly struggled, pushing Silas Prescott away.
"Silas Prescott, where is your assistant? I’ll have him co pick you up."
But Silas was like a large ornant hanging onto Chloe’s neck, refusing to let go.
He complained, "Chloe, why are you so cold to ? Don’t you know how sad I am?"
Chloe hurriedly pushed him again, "Silas Prescott, you’re drunk, let go quickly."
She tried hard to pry his arms apart, but the man held her even tighter.
"I won’t let go, you’ll go talk with those n and ignore again."
His tone carried a hint of childishness.
Indeed, you can’t reason with a drunk person.
Chloe supported Silas’s arm and walked him into the room, placing him on the sofa.
"Wait here, I’ll get you so water."
But just as she turned, Silas picked up a gift box from the coffee table and said, "Is this the gift you gave ? I really like it."
Before Chloe could react, he had already started tearing open the gift box.
Chloe quickly tried to stop him, "Silas Prescott, that’s not for you."
Not only did Silas not stop, he hurriedly unwrapped a piece of chocolate and put it in his mouth.
He nodded with relish, "The chocolate you bought is really tasty."
Chloe sighed speechlessly.
Forget it, let him eat, she couldn’t argue with a drunkard.
What she hadn’t expected was that, after holding the box of chocolates, Silas suddenly grabbed another gift from the coffee table.
Chloe imdiately reached out to snatch it back, "Silas Prescott, you can’t touch this, it’s perfu specially concocted for by Eric’s wife."
Silas seed not to hear at all, he took the bottle of perfu and sprayed it on himself several tis.
Then he sniffed and said, "The perfu you gave slls really good."
Chloe could feel the veins on her forehead throbbing, she imdiately grabbed her phone and called Silas’s assistant.
"Assistant Paxton, your president is drunk in my room, co pick him up."
The assistant hesitated for a few seconds, then apologized sincerely, "Dr. Nash, my grandfather is sick and in the hospital. You know, I’ve always worked in Riverton and rarely had ti for my family. Now that I’m finally back, I want to be a filial grandson. Could you please help look after President Prescott?"
It’s very hard for Chloe to refuse such a reason.
When her grandfather passed away, she blad herself deeply. She felt that if she hadn’t gone to the county’s top high school, but stayed ho to study, she could have taken care of her grandfather and he wouldn’t have passed away so soon.
Hearing Owen Paxton say this, Chloe found her words of refusal stuck in her throat.
She paused for a few seconds and said, "Then take good care of your family."
Owen hurriedly said, "Thank you, Dr. Nash. With such a kind heart, you’re destined for a happy life in the future."
After hanging up, Owen clasped his hands together, looked up at the ceiling and said, "Grandpa, I’m sorry for disturbing your peace in heaven, but for the sake of your grandson’s career, you won’t bla , right?"
After putting down the phone and turning around, Chloe found that Silas had unwrapped all the gifts.
He ate whatever could be eaten, and used whatever could be used.
Finally, he stuffed everything into his own pockets.
Chloe was so angry she kicked him, "Silas Prescott, get up, I’ll take you back to your room."
"No, I want to sleep with you," Silas climbed onto the bed while holding all those items.
He patted the pillow beside him, "You can sleep here, I won’t bother you."
Chloe felt agreeing to help look after Silas for Owen was a mistake.
Fuming, she walked over and pulled Silas’s arm, "Silas Prescott, you’re not allowed on my bed, go back to your room."
She tried to drag him off the bed.
But the man was strong, gave a hard pull, and she fell right into Silas’s arms.
Chloe’s teeth accidentally hit Silas’s chin.
The pain made her eyes well up.
She covered her mouth and glared at Silas in rage, "If you don’t leave, I’ll call the police and report you for sexual harassnt."
Seeing her getting anxious, Silas shrank his neck in fear.
He blinked a few tis, his voice coaxing.
"I don’t recognize my room, can you take there?"
Chloe, exasperated, supported his arm, "Let’s go."
Silas quickly got off the bed, clutching all the gifts in his arms.
He reasoned confidently, "These are the gifts you gave , I must take them back, otherwise you will be mad."
Chloe gritted her teeth angrily, "Silas Prescott, those are my gifts."
Silas looked earnestly at her, "You want gifts too? How about I give you so tomorrow?"
Chloe didn’t want to argue with a drunk, she supported Silas back to his room.
As soon as he lay on the bed, Silas fell asleep, no matter how she called, he wouldn’t wake up.
But he clutched all the gifts in his arms tightly.
Chloe was so frustrated she thought of hitting him while he slept.
Though very angry, she still made sure Silas was settled before returning to her room.
The next morning.
Silas awoke to sothing pressing against his waist.
He reached to feel, and pulled out a bottle of perfu.
He held it to his nose and inhaled, the faint scent of gardenia was refreshing.
But it was clearly a won’s perfu, how did it end up in his bed?
Silas pinched his forehead, feeling a throbbing headache.
Last night he saw Chloe smiling brightly with another man, he got upset and drank a lot, then everything else was a blank.
As he sat up from the bed, ready to get down, he saw scattered chocolates all over.
He grew more confused, what on earth happened last night?
Why was there won’s perfu and chocolates, his least favorite, in his bed?
At that mont, Chase Hughes knocked and entered, seeing the scene, he couldn’t help but laugh, "Were these things your reward?"
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