She stood at the doorway, brewing her emotions for quite a while. Only when tears started to roll in her eyes did she push the door open and enter.
"Brother Silas, I heard you got injured. I cried all night. How are you doing?"
Stella Sterling walked over to the bedside with flowers, looking at Silas Prescott with a face full of sorrow.
Seeing her co in, Chloe Nash wanted to quickly retract her hand, but Silas Prescott firmly grasped it.
The man didn’t spare Stella Sterling a glance; all his attention was on Chloe’s hand.
He gently blew on it and said, "Apply the ointnt every few hours, and it will be fine by tomorrow."
Chloe nodded, "I know, I’ll go to the nurse’s station and ask when the IV is scheduled for today."
After speaking, she stood up, nodded slightly toward Stella Sterling, and left directly.
Seeing this scene, Stella Sterling was so angry her lungs felt like exploding.
But to maintain her image as a wealthy socialite, she could only politely nod back at Chloe Nash.
Then she looked at Silas Prescott, "Brother Silas, how are you doing?"
The gentle eyes Silas had a mont ago turned cold when he looked at Stella Sterling.
His tone lacked warmth, "I’m not dying."
"I bought you flowers, wishing you a speedy recovery."
Just as Stella Sterling was about to hand him the flowers, she heard Silas Prescott’s cold, steady voice.
"Take them away, I’m allergic to pollen."
Hearing this, all of Stella Sterling’s hopes sank to the bottom.
Last ti when she wanted to peel an apple for Silas Prescott, he said he was allergic to apples.
Now that she brought him flowers, he said he was allergic to fresh flowers.
When she asked for his WeChat, he said his phone was broken and in repair.
Could it be that he just doesn’t want to have any contact with her?
Stella Sterling looked at Silas Prescott with so grievance, "Brother Silas, what exactly do I do that makes you loathe ? Tell , and I’ll change, okay?"
Silas Prescott lightly lifted his eyelids, his gaze calm and steady as he stared at her.
"Then you tell , what do I do that makes you like , and I’ll change."
This sentence was like a slap, harshly landing on Stella Sterling’s face.
She, the dignified daughter of the Sterling Family, had lowered herself so much, yet he still humiliated her.
Where couldn’t she compare to Chloe Nash?
Stella Sterling clenched her fingers tightly.
She thought to herself, until Chloe Nash is removed, her relationship with Silas Prescott won’t progress.
Though she was furious, she displayed a pitiful expression on her face.
"Brother Silas, it’s okay if you don’t like , as long as I like you. I believe that one day, you’ll see my worth.
The day after tomorrow is May Day. I’ll be performing at the concert hall. I’ll definitely let you see at my most dazzling mont. You are a child of destiny, and I’m the woman of fate. We are the most perfect pair."
Silas looked at her nonchalantly, "Are you finished talking? If so, then please leave, I need to rest."
After saying this, he lay down on the bed, closed his eyes, and didn’t look at Stella Sterling again.
Stella Sterling was so angry her teeth could have shattered.
But she had to maintain a facade of elegance. She nodded toward Silas Prescott, saying, "Please rest well, I’ll co to see you after my performance."
Silas Prescott gave her no response.
Angry, she stord out and threw the flowers to the ground, stomping on them fiercely.
"Chloe Nash, if it weren’t for you, Brother Silas wouldn’t treat like this. I’ll make sure you disappear from his life."
She picked up her phone and called her mother, speaking in a wounded tone, "Mom, Brother Silas is ignoring . He even said if I like him, why doesn’t he just change whatever makes like him? What do I do, Mom? If this continues, he’ll end up marrying Chloe Nash. I saw them being very intimate when I went in."
Hearing this, Mrs. Sterling’s face turned very grim.
The last ti she tried to tarnish Chloe Nash’s reputation, she got herself in trouble instead.
If her husband hadn’t intervened to get her out, she would have been arrested.
She absolutely couldn’t let Chloe Nash steal her daughter’s perfect match.
She needed to co up with a foolproof plan to make her disappear.
She cald herself and said, "Don’t worry, sweetie, Mommy will help you. I won’t let Chloe Nash steal your man. You just focus on preparing for your performance. Once Silas sees you in the spotlight, the center of attention, he will certainly see you in a new light."
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Chloe Nash left the room and went to the nurse’s station.
Seeing her approach, the young nurse smiled brightly, "Dr. Nash, did you sleep well last night?"
Chloe Nash was slightly puzzled, "Why do you ask that?"
"I was the one who helped you to bed last night! Was that your husband? He’s so sweet to you. He didn’t want us to wake you and watched over the IV himself."
The young nurse spoke animatedly, leaving Chloe Nash in a daze.
She was usually a light sleeper, waking at the smallest sound. How could she not know she was helped to bed?
Moreover, her task last night was to watch over Silas Prescott’s IV, and she wasn’t supposed to fall asleep as a professional doctor.
Yet, she sohow fell asleep quickly.
Sothing about all this felt wrong.
Chloe recalled everything from the night before, suddenly rembering Silas Prescott feeding her a throat lozenge.
Could there have been sothing wrong with the candy?
Did Silas Prescott drug her?
Thinking of this possibility sent cold sweat running down Chloe Nash’s back.
Silas Prescott had pulled such stunts on her before, but back then, he’d given her aphrodisiacs.
Whenever she was angry with him and didn’t want to be intimate, he’d use all kinds of tricks to get her to take them.
Once the drugs took effect, he’d play coy, refusing her touch.
Left yearning, she could only use seductive tactics to entice him.
Silas Prescott seed to enjoy this chase imnsely.
Recalling these monts, Chloe Nash clenched her fist tightly.
Silas Prescott truly hadn’t changed his spots.
Even after five years, he still resorted to such despicable thods.
She hurriedly pushed the door to the room open, approached Silas Prescott with a composed deanor.
"Do you still have any of that throat lozenge from last night? I need another one; my throat is sore."
Silas Prescott didn’t suspect anything, obligingly took out the box of candies, and shook one out for her.
Seeing Chloe Nash hesitating there, not taking it, he chuckled, asking, "Want to feed you again?"
Just as he was about to pop the candy into Chloe’s mouth, she suddenly snatched it and, before Silas Prescott could react, shoved it into his mouth.
Then, she pressed her hand over his mouth to stop him from spitting it out.
She was determined to find out if there was sothing wrong with the candy.
But the next mont, she felt a moist sensation on her palm.
Silas Prescott was lazily and playfully licking her palm with his tongue.
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