CHAPTER 71: CHAPTER 71: THEA TATE RETURNS TO CHINA

Clara’s body trembled gently.

This was a feeling she had never experienced before.

She was held in a man’s embrace as they kissed, his actions causing her body temperature to rise sharply, with all of her feeling hot and flushed.

Clara’s eyes were misty, her beautiful gaze like rippling spring water, and the desire in her eyes was almost overflowing.

She couldn’t utter a word.

Soft moans spilled from between her lips.

After a long while of intimacy, Silas Sheffield took the initiative to stop before it went out of control.

The man’s voice seemed to be ground with gravel, "Alright, if it continues, I’m afraid I won’t be able to control myself."

A fleeting confusion passed through Clara’s eyes.

Not continuing?

She thought that tonight...

If he really lost control, tonight, she might be willing.

Thinking of this, Clara was suddenly startled.

What was she thinking!

How had she become so insatiable?

Clara shook her head to dispel the enticing thoughts, blushing deeply as she made a small sound of agreement.

Silas Sheffield chuckled lightly, with desire storming within his deep eyes, but it was quickly suppressed.

He reached out to lift Clara horizontally, walking directly towards the bedroom.

After placing Clara down, Silas Sheffield huskily said, "I’m going to take a shower."

"Okay." Clara’s body was still soft.

The man turned and walked to the bathroom.

Clara leaned against the headboard for quite a while, and only then did the sensation in her body fade away.

She got up to pack.

They were only going to Crestwood for two days, so she didn’t need to bring much.

Clara packed her own things, then opened another suitcase to pack Silas Sheffield’s belongings.

She put in the suit she bought a few days ago, which matched her color scheme.

While packing intimate apparel, Clara’s face was flushed.

She held the man’s boxer briefs, and just a glance made her heart beat faster.

It seemed like the size was quite large...

Oh my god, what was she thinking!

How did her thoughts go there?

Clara dared not let her gaze linger a second longer, awkwardly shifting her eyes as she hastily put the men’s underwear into the suitcase.

At night, the two slept in the same bed as usual.

Silas Sheffield held Clara in his arms, and they slept embracing each other.

...

Clara slept very well.

She used to have poor sleep quality, finding it difficult to fall asleep, and would wake up two or three times in the middle of the night.

But ever since sleeping with Silas Sheffield, her sleep quality improved.

In Silas Sheffield’s arms, Clara quickly fell into a sound and comfortable sleep, sleeping through till she naturally awoke, without waking in between.

Clara woke up at nine o’clock.

The bedside was empty; Silas Sheffield had already gotten up and was not in the bedroom.

Clara freshened up and went downstairs, seeing Silas Sheffield seated on the sofa in the downstairs hall, with a laptop on his knee.

Clara noticed Silas Sheffield was wearing the suit she bought him during a previous shopping trip.

Dark gray, crisp and handsome, with perfect tailoring.

Her heart filled with sweetness, she subconsciously walked over to Silas Sheffield, "Have you had breakfast?"

Silas Sheffield glanced over at her, "Why didn’t you sleep a bit longer?"

In the video conference, all the executives were stunned.

This was the second time. A woman’s voice suddenly appeared in the video conference.

It seemed similar to the last time.

So, their "Grim Reaper" really had the longstanding iron tree blossomed!

When had they ever heard the CEO’s voice so gentle and doting?

Why didn’t you sleep a bit longer?

The affection in that voice was almost overflowing!

This kind of talk, combined with such tender tones, makes it hard not to let one’s imagination run wild.

Several executives were exchanging looks.

"I’ve slept enough." Clara walked over, just about to sit down beside Silas Sheffield.

Silas Sheffield nodded to mute the call, making a gesture, "Wait a moment, I’m in a meeting."

What?

An ongoing meeting!

Clara’s step halted abruptly, realizing quickly as she stepped back several steps.

"Why didn’t you say so earlier?"

The man chuckled lowly, "I didn’t know you’d suddenly come over."

Usually, she would deviate whenever she saw him handling work, but unexpectedly she came over this time.

Clara blinked up at him, cautiously testing, "Did they just... Shouldn’t have heard anything, right?"

The man’s lips curved, eyes holding a smile, "They heard."

"Mute it, mute it quickly! Oh God, so embarrassing!"

Clara’s face turned beet red with embarrassment, wishing she could find a hole to crawl into.

Silas Sheffield’s amusement deepened watching her, "So cute, I want to kiss."

The executives in the video conference were once again shocked.

The eternal ice mountain smiled, he really smiled!

Didn’t expect the cold-faced CEO’s smile to be this strikingly good-looking?

"No worries, I’ve already muted the call." Silas Sheffield told Clara, "You go have breakfast first, don’t wait for me."

Clara quickly slipped away.

Silas Sheffield’s doting gaze followed her until she disappeared into the restaurant from view, then he redirected his gaze.

Aiming at the camera, the man’s eyes instantly reverted to their usual coldness.

The smile at his lips disappeared immediately, his voice as icy as ever: "Continue."

All the executives: That damned familiar feeling!

...

At five-thirty in the afternoon, the plane landed in Crestwood.

Silas Sheffield led Clara off the plane, "I’ve reserved a restaurant, let’s go eat."

Clara: "Alright."

As soon as she spoke, Silas Sheffield’s phone vibrated.

He took out his phone to glance at the caller ID.

Thea Tate.

Silas Sheffield’s pace subconsciously slowed.

Why was Thea Tate suddenly calling?

Clara turned her head to look over, her gaze suddenly halting.

Thea Tate.

Silas Sheffield’s first love, his white moonlight.

Silas Sheffield softly said to Clara, "Wait a moment, I need to take a call."

Clara redirected her gaze, lowered her eyelids, nodded with a soft sound.

Silas Sheffield answered the call, "Hello."

"Silas, I’m back in the country."

Clara was quite close to Silas Sheffield and could clearly hear Thea Tate’s voice.

Clara tightened her heart, her form pausing.

Silas Sheffield sensed her oddity, turning his head to look at her in confusion, "What’s wrong?"

This sentence was directed at Clara.

Thea Tate thought it was towards her, she replied, "Oh, nothing, just wanted to come back to develop my career."

Clara’s lips pressed into a straight line, her expression indifferent, unreadable.

Seeing Clara unmoving, Silas Sheffield’s steps halted too.

"Okay." This response was from Silas Sheffield to Thea Tate.

Coldly impassive.

It seemed he didn’t care at all about Thea Tate’s return.

Thea Tate was not angry despite Silas Sheffield’s indifference.

Her voice was joyous, "I just landed in Crestwood, can you come pick me up?"

Silas Sheffield’s voice was icy, "Not convenient."

Clara gazed downward at the ground.

Not convenient, not unwilling, not uninterested.

Is it because her presence makes it inconvenient?

Thea Tate paused, "Then I’ll catch a cab myself. Are you free tonight? We can have dinner together."

Silas Sheffield coldly refused, "Not free."

Thea Tate wished to say more, but Silas Sheffield succinctly spoke, "I’m busy, hanging up now."

After hanging up, Silas Sheffield took Clara’s hand, "Let’s go, let’s have dinner."