CHAPTER 80: CHAPTER 80: THERE’S A MEDICINE FOR THIS?

Silas Sheffield’s scorching lips kissed over Clara Sterling’s collarbone, gently nibbling, "Is it okay?"

Clara’s heart was pounding quickly.

Tonight...

She lightly bit her lip, her voice as soft as a mosquito’s buzz, "I... I’ll go take a shower first."

"No need." The man’s nose lightly pressed against Clara’s, their breaths intermingling.

Silas Sheffield’s voice was hoarse, "Just wear this."

Couple outfit.

Blushing and with a racing heart, Clara replied, "Mm."

Seeing her agreement, Silas Sheffield scooped her up horizontally, lowering his head to kiss her while taking off her high heels.

With his right hand effortlessly carrying Clara in a princess hold, and his left hand holding the high heels, Silas walked with long, graceful strides into the bedroom.

The man gently laid Clara on the bed, then leaned down and kissed her wildly.

Silas Sheffield murmured hoarsely against her ear, "Baby, call my name."

"Silas Sheffield..."

"Mm, again." The man’s breath grew heavy.

"Silas Sheffield."

...

Isaac Sutton returned to his residence.

As he opened the door, Quinn Hughes came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel.

"Isaac, you’re back."

Isaac Sutton paused, irritation filling his eyes, "How do you have a key to this place?"

Four years ago, when he first came to Crestwood for school, Mr. Sutton bought him this fully furnished apartment near the campus.

After he started dating Clara Sterling, he rarely stayed here.

Quinn Hughes smiled, stepping forward and reaching to grab Isaac’s arm, "Don’t you remember? When I first returned to the country, you gave me the key."

Isaac Sutton’s expression grew gloomy, his brows furrowed.

It seemed that was indeed the case.

At that time, his mind must have been kicked by a donkey, dating Clara while secretly entangled with Quinn Hughes.

He pretended to be poor in front of Clara and never brought her here, but gave the key to Quinn Hughes.

Isaac Sutton avoided Quinn Hughes’s touch, speaking coldly, "Give me the key. From now on, without my permission, don’t come here again!"

Quinn Hughes froze, "Why? I’m your fiancée!"

Isaac Sutton suddenly remembered something and grabbed Quinn’s chin, narrowing his eyes, his gaze icy, "How did you know the time and place of my classmate gathering today?"

Quinn Hughes’s face turned pale.

Isaac Sutton increased his grip, his face growing more sinister, "Following me? Checking on me? Hm?"

Quinn Hughes struggled, "Isaac, you’re hurting me..."

Isaac Sutton roughly pushed Quinn away, "Get out!"

"I just finished showering..."

"Get out!"

Tears suddenly fell from Quinn Hughes’s eyes as she stumbled into the bedroom, "I’ll go get dressed."

Quinn Hughes left in embarrassment.

Isaac Sutton entered the bedroom, smelling a sweet, cloying perfume, the same scent Quinn wore today.

He frowned with disgust and opened the window for ventilation.

He lit a cigarette, standing by the window.

The night breeze was slightly chilly, bringing a sense of emptiness throughout the room.

Uncontrollably, Isaac Sutton’s mind replayed scenes of Clara Sterling and Silas Sheffield together.

Especially the scene of them passionately kissing in the underground parking lot, it was impossible to shake off.

Isaac Sutton’s heart ached as if it were breaking.

That night, he secretly made a decision...

...

The next day, Clara woke up already past eleven in the morning.

By the time they finished and she took a shower last night, it was almost two in the morning.

Perhaps due to exhaustion, she slept very deeply.

Upon waking, Clara felt her entire body aching.

Recalling the indulgent night, blush crept up her face and her heart raced a bit faster.

No, can’t think about it anymore.

Clara shook her head to dismiss the images from her mind.

As she walked out of the bedroom and saw the man seated on the living room sofa, she paused.

Silas Sheffield was dressed neatly, in a black shirt and pants, with glasses framed in gold wire focusing on the laptop, his hair slicked back meticulously, revealing a strikingly handsome face.

Having learned from last time, Clara refrained from calling out to him.

Afraid he might be in the middle of a video conference again.

Clara lightened her steps, intending to head to the kitchen for some food.

"I called in a meal; it should be arriving soon." Silas Sheffield’s voice suddenly sounded.

Clara turned to look at him, "You’re not in a video meeting?"

"No, just handling a few emails." Silas beckoned her, "Come here."

Obediently, Clara walked over.

Silas pulled her into his lap, resting his chin on her shoulder, encircling her as he continued typing replies on the laptop.

"Does it still hurt?" His cool voice carried a hint of concern.

Clara paused, realizing what he was referring to, her cheeks grew hot.

She replied softly, "A bit..."

"I’ll apply some medicine for you later."

"Hm?" Clara was a bit confused.

Is there such medicine?

Silas’s voice carried a hint of amusement, "It’s my fault, last night was too intense, I’ll be more careful next time."

Clara bit her lip, her face turning red up to her ears.

Is this still the aloof Silas Sheffield she knew before?

What happened to the aloof, unattainable charm?

Why was he so lethal in flirting?

She didn’t know how to respond.

So she chose not to.

Silas held her like that until he finished handling the emails.

He closed the laptop and placed it on the sofa, turning her face to kiss her lips.

Clara maintained the position sitting on Silas’s lap, turning her head to kiss him.

As they kissed, both grew increasingly affectionate.

On the verge of things getting out of hand, Silas stopped.

"You’re still in pain there, let’s not do it today." His eyes brimmed with desire, almost overflowing.

Clara’s breathing was a bit erratic, her expression gradually clearing, "Mm."

At this moment, the doorbell rang.

Silas stood, "The meal I ordered has arrived."

The food ordered was a five-star hotel Chinese meal.

Four dishes and one soup, all tailored to Clara’s taste.

Silas didn’t hire any housekeepers or maids at The Ripplewood Estate, in the vast mansion it’s just the two of them, perhaps because it’s their marital home, Silas valued privacy and didn’t want external disturbances.

After dinner, Silas brought out some ointment, his expression normal and earnest, "I’ll apply the medicine for you."

Clara thought of the situation, her face instantly flushed, stuttering, "Huh? Apply... apply medicine?"

Silas looked calm, "Mm."

"I’ll... I’ll do it myself."

Clara took the ointment and quickly slipped into the bedroom.

The man watched Clara’s retreating figure, fleeing in embarrassment, and chuckled softly.

...