How could Chloe Nash not understand Silas Prescott?
He looked gentlemanly and dignified, and was mannered and polite, but in reality, he was a domineering and ruthless person.
She quickly explained: "He’s not my husband."
Upon hearing this, Aaron Goodman looked Silas up and down: "I knew it, you never were interested in the refined, celibate type. You like those bad-boy, wild types like Jett Sterling.
By the way, have you been in touch since you split up? I heard he’s now the head of the Sterling Family."
Chloe Nash’s heart couldn’t help but constrict.
College classmates were enough trouble for her, and now there’s also a first boyfriend?
This person wasn’t in her prior research scope.
It must be a relationship Chloe had behind her parents’ back and broke up not long after.
It seems she needed to leave here quickly.
If not, she didn’t know when an ex-boyfriend might suddenly appear, challenging her limits.
Chloe felt urgent inside, but her expression remained natural.
Her lips curved slightly as she said, "Already broken up, why keep in touch."
Aaron Goodman shook his head regretfully: "Back then, you two were recognized as the golden couple of the school, a match made in heaven. You were a top student in the School of dicine, he was a genius in the School of Finance, not only high in looks but also in intelligence, it’s a pity you broke up later."
Listening to this, Silas Prescott inexplicably felt so irritation.
He tugged at his tie and drank another glass of ice water, but it seed to have no effect.
His mind was filled with Chloe Nash having a first love, and one that’s very outstanding, and the fact they were acknowledged as a golden couple in the campus.
Thinking of these, there seed to be a lump of cotton clogging his heart.
It made breathing sowhat difficult for him.
He shot a cold glance at Aaron Goodman, his tone neutral, "Don’t you get tired standing around talking? How about sitting down with us?"
Aaron Goodman laughed sheepishly: "Can I? Would I be disturbing you?"
As he spoke, he intended to sit down, but Silas grabbed Julian Prescott’s small backpack and put it on the empty chair first.
Unceremoniously saying, "You’ve already intruded. Dr. Nash is here to eat with my son today, hasn’t it been obvious he’s been waiting for you to finish?"
Aaron Goodman felt a bit awkward, waved at Julian Prescott: "Sorry, kid, uncle was just catching up with a long-lost classmate, talked a bit longer, I’m leaving now, enjoy your al."
Right before leaving, he took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Chloe Nash: "Here’s my contact info, rember to add on WeChat."
Chloe Nash nodded: "Okay."
Watching him leave, Silas Prescott finally looked much better.
He didn’t know why, but seeing other males around Chloe Nash really bothered him.
Why would he have such emotions towards a woman he’s only t a few tis?
Is it just because her eyes resemble Sienna Paxton’s?
Chloe Nash handed Julian Prescott a chicken wing, smiling, "Sorry for interrupting your al."
Julian Prescott shook his head sensibly, quickly pushed the salad and drink Chloe ordered to her side.
He smiled with squinted eyes, mimicking an eating gesture to communicate.
Chloe Nash ruffled his hair: "Thank you."
The three of them ate quietly, Julian Prescott mostly communicating with Chloe through eye contact and gestures.
Chloe occasionally responded with a few words.
While Silas Prescott watched the two of them the whole ti.
He seed to see a different Julian Prescott, who was more expressive and proactive than before.
His eyes also seed much livelier.
What exactly made him suddenly change from his childhood introversion?
What kind of magic does Chloe Nash have to attract him?
The whole al made Chloe Nash feel like pins and needles, with her palms sweating slightly as she gripped the knife and fork.
She felt like there was a pair of eyes watching her all along.
Scaring her to not even dare to look up, afraid of making eye contact with Silas and letting him find sothing.
After finally finishing the al, Julian Prescott suggested sending her ho.
She once again experienced tornt along the way.
The mont she got off the car, she rushed away, not even speaking to Silas Prescott.
Watching her sowhat hurried back, Silas Prescott couldn’t help but chuckle lightly in his throat.
Why is she so afraid of him, have they really never t before?
Back at ho, Julian Prescott rushed upstairs without caring who was in the living room.
Henry Prescott couldn’t help but complain to Silas: "This child is becoming more and more unruly, sees but doesn’t even greet, how are you educating him."
Silas Prescott maintained his calm deanor: "How I educate him, isn’t it all learned from you? Just give birth, not really nurturing him, not even caring, letting him grow up wild, expecting him to be sensible."
After all, his parents treated him this way.
Born and left uncared for, each of them doing their own things.
He was raised as an heir from a young age, having his days packed full.
His childhood lacked paternal and maternal love, filled only with dull and tedious courses.
Upon hearing these words, Henry Prescott angrily scolded: "What are you complaining about, aren’t you living perfectly fine."
Silas Prescott chuckled indifferently, his tone unhurried: "I’m living fine because I’m lucky. Back then when I was kidnapped and you were taking care of your sick illegitimate son, my mom was busy with her cats giving birth, anything was more important than my life, leading to my being killed by the kidnappers. If my heart hadn’t grown a bit differently from normal people, do you think I could still be alive now?"
He used the calst tone to reveal his most painful past.
That incident was a nightmare for Silas Prescott.
At the critical mont of life and death, neither parent ca to rescue.
As if his life and death were of no importance to them.
Less important than their pets.
Despite years having passed, this matter remained like a thorn deeply embedded in Silas Prescott’s heart.
Impossible to pull out, yet causing a dull pain within.
Bringing up the matter, Henry Prescott felt a bit guilty, "That was an accident, who knew you’d really been kidnapped, I thought it was a scam call."
Silas Prescott’s gaze was cold as he looked at him: "If it was your younger son’s case, even if it was a scam call, you would have gone all out to rescue him."
"Alright, I’m not here to quarrel with you. I’ve arranged for you to marry into the Sterling Family, so you can steady your position as the Prescott Family Head.
Here’s the photograph of the Sterling Family’s daughter. Just returned from studying abroad, she’s majoring in cello performance and soon will be hosting a personal tour, she matches well with you, arrange a ti to et."
Henry Prescott placed the girl’s photo and contact on the coffee table.
Silas Prescott didn’t even glance at them, refusing directly: "I won’t et her, nor will I marry her. Secure this position solely on won? Not like you."
Hearing his resolute tone, Henry Prescott angrily clenched his teeth: "You’re 32 and still not settled down. What will the Prescott family think of you? Over the years, arranged marriages have been continuously rejected, do you still think of Sienna Paxton?
Let tell you, even if Sienna Paxton is still alive, I wouldn’t allow her to be with you."
This statent made Silas Prescott’s originally indifferent eyes turn sharp.
His affair with Sienna Paxton has always been kept secret from the family, how did his father know?
Silas Prescott’s tone grew solemn: "Have you approached Sienna Paxton?"
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