Chloe is a doctor, she knows how dangerous Silas is right now.
She can no longer hide Sienna Paxton’s identity, desperately swimming towards Silas Prescott.
The pool is two ters deep, Chloe skillfully dives to the bottom, grabbing Silas Prescott’s arm and bringing him up.
Under the effect of buoyancy, Silas Prescott is quickly brought to the surface.
Chloe gently pats his face, her voice anxious, "Silas, you can’t sleep."
Silas doesn’t react at all.
His body is like a noodle, allowing Chloe to manipulate it.
Chloe quickly brings him to the shore, lays him flat on the ground, and forcefully presses his chest.
Her strength is significant, her movents standard, and within a few efforts, Silas spits out a mouthful of water.
But he remains unconscious.
Chloe knows he’s now out of danger from drowning, just unconscious due to high fever.
She forcefully drags Silas up from the ground, staggering as she takes him back to the room.
She strips off both Silas’s and her own clothes, puts them in the washing machine, and then dries them.
She doesn’t want Silas to discover that he fell into the water before he wakes up.
Otherwise, he would surely suspect her inability to swim.
Once everything is handled, she re-bandages Silas’s wound.
Only then does Chloe breathe a sigh of relief.
She sits by the bed, looking at Silas’s chiseled handso face, her fingertips can’t resist touching his dense lashes.
Her voice is small, "Silas, let go, we can’t be together."
Even if Silas isn’t that stubborn, the identity difference between them predetermines they can’t be together.
A business marriage is the best choice for them.
Not only can it ensure the nobility of the lineage, but it can also guarantee Silas’s position as Family Head.
Chloe sits by the bed, constantly helping Silas cool down physically, until his temperature returns to normal, she finally breathes a sigh of relief.
When Silas opens his eyes, he sees Chloe’s hair covering half of her face.
He reaches out to gently stroke Chloe’s head, feeling a terrible ache in his chest.
He heard Chloe call him ’Brother’ underwater and saw her recklessly dive in to save him.
Chloe can’t swim; she has a strong fear of water.
The person who can swim is Sienna Paxton.
So, the person before him is indeed the Sienna he has been searching for five years.
Silas closes his eyes in agony.
Suspecting is one thing, confirmation is another.
He doesn’t know what he feels inside.
There’s the excitent of finding Sienna, but more is heartache.
Sienna has always been afraid of pain; she would cry all night when having a fever and getting injections. How on earth did she endure the face-changing surgery?
Bone-scraping and skin-changing pain isn’t sothing an average person can endure.
Did she do it only to avoid being discovered by him?
Thinking of this possibility, Silas feels his shoulders tremble.
He cautiously carries Chloe to bed.
From the drawer beside him, he takes out a bottle of dicine, empties a pill, and uses his tongue to gently push it into Chloe’s mouth.
Chloe doesn’t wake up, instead, she uses her tongue to roll the pill inside.
A few minutes later, Silas dares to gently approach Chloe,
His trembling fingertips lightly caress Chloe’s face.
His voice hoarse, "Sienna, brother finally found you."
With each inch his fingers pass over her skin, his heart aches.
His favorite was Sienna’s face.
Because on that face, he saw the most beautiful smile.
Her smiling was sweet and warm.
His deepest mory is Sienna’s shy appearance, cheeks flushed, eyes watery, almost overflowing.
Each ti he saw this side of Sienna, he couldn’t help but want to tease her until she cried.
But now, Sienna has returned with a changed face.
On this face, he can no longer see Sienna’s appearance, not even her warst smile.
Thinking of these, Silas’s eyes couldn’t help but turn red.
His slightly rough fingertips softly stroke Chloe’s cheek, his voice hoarse, "Sienna, just how much do you hate to endure such great pain to change this face."
He slowly lowers his head, kisses Chloe’s forehead.
Finally feeling the familiar scent again, the tears in Silas’s eyes couldn’t hold back anymore.
Scalding tears fall one after another on Chloe’s face.
His lips tremble, accompanied by a trembling voice.
"Sienna, let kiss you, okay?"
"I’ve missed you to the point of madness."
He lowers his head to peck Sienna’s lips, his eyes filled with uncontrollable desire looking at her.
"Sienna, I won’t hurt you, just a kiss, okay?"
After speaking, he eagerly kisses her lips.
Chloe feels a force wrapping around her, she can’t help but frown.
But the familiar touch, the familiar taste, causes her to crumble sowhat.
A suppressed sound erges from her throat.
Hearing this sound, Silas becos even more reckless.
He cups Chloe’s cheeks with his hands, speaking hoarsely, "Sienna, what should I do, I want to love you to the point of tears."
"But I’m afraid to do it, I fear I’ll scare you away."
He stares at Chloe with intense eyes.
"Then let accompany you to sleep for one night, just sleep, nothing else, okay?"
He lies beside Chloe, gently draws her into his arms.
Holding her soft body again, Silas closes his eyes contently.
Having Sienna by his side makes even the air feel sweet.
Foremost, his chest is no longer so stifled.
But he overestimated his control, his body’s peculiarities prevent him from sleeping at all.
His mind is full of images of him and Sienna together.
Those images are like poison, making him unable to quit.
Finally, he can only release Chloe, walking into the bathroom alone.
The sound of running water resounds in the dark night.
Chloe wakes up in the morning, feeling a bit off.
She seems to have dread of Silas.
They even embraced and kissed in the dream.
Chloe is so scared she breaks out in a cold sweat.
Why would she have such a dream?
She suddenly opens her eyes, the familiar chandelier above her ets her gaze.
She rembers clearly; this is the light in Silas’s room.
Countless tis before, she watched this chandelier sway in front of her.
Chloe imdiately climbs out of bed in fear, just as she’s about to get off, she sees Silas entering in gray loungewear.
The man’s complexion is not as pale as yesterday, instead looking refreshed.
Burned one night, even drank, how can he still seem so spirited.
Chloe looks at him with so confusion, "Are you better?"
Silas walks over to her side, his expression gentle, "Thanks to Dr. Nash’s care, I feel great now."
"Since you’re better, I should go ho."
After speaking, she tries to stand up and leave, but Silas grabs her wrist.
The man’s eyes burn as he looks at her, "Dr. Nash, did you take off my pants last night?"
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