Flash Marriage With Mr. Sheffield: Go Away, Cheap Man! Chapter 158: Actually, I Had a Crush on You Too

The next day, when Clara Sterling woke up, Silas Sheffield was still lying beside her.

Today he didn’t have to go to the company, so he could sleep in a bit longer.

She didn’t know what ti he went to sleep last night; she was really exhausted and just drifted off.

In her mory, when she fell asleep, the man was still holding her close.

It was rare for Silas Sheffield to wake up later than her. Maybe he had been too busy these past few days, working nonstop, or perhaps last night wore him out.

In the sunlight seeping through the curtains, Clara traced every inch of his face with her eyes.

She could never get enough of that handso, exquisite face of his.

How could soone be so perfectly made, like the finest creation of Nuwa, even his hair was pleasing to the eye.

Clara recalled the scene the first ti she saw him that year.

He erged from the pool, his upper body bare, with droplets of water sliding from his collarbones down his abs, finally dripping onto the ground like her racing heartbeat, rapid and flustered.

The sumr sunset cast its glow on him, and when she saw his face, she was struck by his beauty, her heart pounding like a frantic deer.

Falling in love at first sight was just that simple.

Back then, she was insecure and timid, never dreaming that one day she would wake up next to this man.

She didn’t even dare to look him in the eye, her cheeks would heat up, and her heart would race at just the sight of him.

She rembered one ti when Sophie Sheffield invited her over to the Sheffield Family’s house.

Sophie had brought back a few love letters, all written by schoolgirls for Silas Sheffield, asking Sophie to pass them along.

Silas was already in college by then, but he still had a huge fan base at their high school, having been touted as the most handso in the school’s century-old history.

As soon as they got to the Sheffield house, Sophie suddenly clutched her stomach, "Oh no, my stomach hurts, it must have been that cold shrimp I just ate. I need to dash to the bathroom."

Next to their school, there was a street lined with food stalls that popped up after school hours.

Sophie’s parents wouldn’t allow her to eat at those stalls, but she had a sweet tooth and would occasionally persuade classmates to sneak so back for her to eat at school before heading out.

As she spoke, Sophie stuffed the love letters into Clara’s hands, clutching her stomach as she ran off, "Clara, hand these over for , will you? I need to use the bathroom."

"Hey, you..."

You could have handed them over after you finished in the bathroom.

She didn’t get to say this because Sophie dashed away in a flash.

Clara looked at the love letters in her hand, feeling a bitter twinge in her heart.

Delivering love letters written to the person she had a crush on?

That was quite the bitter fate.

As Clara took a few steps with the letters, Silas Sheffield’s car drove into the yard.

Watching him step out of the car, she silently prayed for Sophie to co out quickly.

But Silas strode over with his long legs and greeted her, "Hello."

Clara didn’t dare to et his eyes, her heart pounding fiercely.

She stared at the ground, stamring, "Hi... Silas..."

Sophie, I’m begging you, please co out soon...

Clara glanced towards the bathroom, but Sophie was nowhere in sight.

Should she really hand them over?

Or wait for Sophie to co back and do it herself after using the bathroom?

As she hesitated, Silas’s magnetic voice ca from above, "Do you have sothing to give ?"

He had sensed her hesitation and noticed the items in her hands.

Clara’s heart skipped a beat, and she steeled herself, "Yes, these are for you, Silas."

The girl handed over the letters but never dared to lift her head to look at his face.

Silas glanced down at the items in her hand, guessing what they were.

Love letters.

He had received plenty before.

Silas seed to pause for a mont before taking the letters.

"You..." Silas started to speak.

But before he could say more, Clara hastily explained, "These are love letters written to you by so girls at school. They asked Sophie to pass them to you, but she suddenly had a stomachache and went to the bathroom, so she asked to give them to you."

She dared not look at Silas’s eyes, only hearing him softy acknowledge with an "Mm."

Being alone with Silas was too intense; she panicked and bolted after handing over the letters.

Recalling those monts, Clara couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

Beside her, Silas’s eyelashes fluttered lightly as he slowly opened his eyes, "What’s so funny?"

"Did I wake you?" Clara’s eyes were gentle, and she smiled back at him, "Do you rember back when I was in high school, once delivering love letters to you? I had a crush on you then and couldn’t et your eyes, even speaking to you made my heart race, and my head filled with buzzing."

"You had a crush on back then?" The sleepiness in Silas’s eyes disappeared instantly, brightening them.

"Yeah." Clara nodded, "In fact, I fell in love with you at first sight."

She had never told Silas this before.

Silas was stunned, "Why didn’t you tell ?"

"You were so popular back then, with so many girls liking you, where would I even stand a chance?" Now, recounting these mories, Clara was no longer self-deprecating, speaking in a playful tone.

"Besides, you were also my best friend’s brother. It would have been so awkward if I was rejected."

Silas’s heart suddenly softened, but it was tinged with a bit of bitterness, "I rember you used to chat with online, saying you had a crush on a boy, so at that ti, the boy you liked was ?"

Back then, Silas was her online ntor "Sunny." They often chatted online, and she enjoyed sharing her daily life with him.

She rembered having ntioned to her ntor that she liked a boy.

He had even asked her if it was soone she knew in real life.

Clara nodded, "Yes, it was you."

Silas gazed at her without blinking, his dark eyes like deep pools.

"If only I’d asked one more question," Silas murmured softly.

"What?" Clara’s eyes held curiosity.

"Back then, I asked if the boy you liked was soone from real life. You said yes, and I thought you ant soone else..." Silas’s voice was slightly hoarse, "After all, you didn’t know at that ti that ’Sunny’ online was actually Silas Sheffield in real life."

His voice carried the hint of a gentle breeze, with a kind of fragile texture, "If I had asked one more question, would you have told the person you liked was Silas Sheffield?"

Clara seriously pondered for a mont, then nodded, "I probably would have."

After all, she didn’t know that her ntor was actually Silas Sheffield, so it wouldn’t have mattered to say it, since they didn’t know each other.

As she thought about it like that.

Suddenly, the man’s hand cradled the back of her head, and his overwhelming kiss descended.

"Actually, I had a crush on you back then, too."

She heard Silas say this.