CHAPTER 288: CHAPTER 288: WANTING MORE AND MORE

He suddenly remembered the reaction she had the last time he casually mentioned this matter when he went to see Clara Huxley.

She rolled her eyes at him and said, "Julian Lawson deserves it."

He wanted to say something else, but she continued to interrupt him, "You deserve it too, now get lost!"

Ian Yates felt a headache...

Time slowly passed by.

Hawthorne Manor.

Moonlight shone into the bedroom.

Serena lay on the bed peacefully asleep.

Suddenly, she stirred and woke up abruptly.

She breathed heavily, her chest rising and falling sharply.

"Serena?" Someone beside her called her name softly, patting her back to comfort her.

Serena turned over, her vision gradually clearing, and she saw Silas Hawthorne’s worried eyes.

"Had another nightmare?" Silas asked gently, arranging her hair.

Serena nodded.

Although she could now normally face Julian Lawson, meet with Julian under ordinary circumstances, her illness wasn’t a matter of just one or two days.

However, compared to some days ago, she was already much better.

Just like now, looking at Silas as he fetched a towel to wipe her sweat, her heart calmed down considerably.

"Silas." She held his hand that was wiping her sweat.

"Hmm?" He looked at her with curiosity.

She was looking at him with emotions he couldn’t quite understand.

"Thank you for these days," she said.

He placed the towel aside, cupped her face, and stared at her like that.

Involuntarily, he kissed her.

The temperature in the room instantly rose as he cupped her face, lingering on her lips.

"Between you and me, there’s no need for thanks," he said after a long while.

"Hmm." Serena responded softly, her eyes slightly red, pressing her lips together, not speaking, nor daring to look at him, just turning her face to the side.

For some unexplained reason, Silas felt the air become heated.

He held her face and kissed her once more.

He embraced her, wanting to pull her whole being into his body.

Her hand rested on his shoulder, not pushing him away.

At this moment, he had a kind of yearning.

A yearning to have her.

A yearning for more.

Involuntarily, his hands started to explore her body.

His lips began to move down her neck.

The scabs on her body had fallen off, new skin had grown.

As he touched her, she shivered slightly.

When he kissed the mole on her chest, her body stiffened a bit.

Silas also paused a little.

He suddenly realized what he was doing now.

He was angry at himself for always losing control when it came to her.

Silas closed his eyes, didn’t move, pressed down on his desires, and then reopened his eyes to look at her.

Serena could sense the change in Silas’s body.

The air was hot, his body was scorching.

She had always understood his thoughts.

But when he kissed the mole, she couldn’t help feeling a bit scared.

Last time in the apartment, Julian Lawson had bitten it.

Certain past events made her unable to relax.

"Serena." Silas stopped, called her name, his voice suppressed and hoarse.

"Hmm." She responded.

He kissed her lightly and then sighed deeply. "Sleep," he said.

Then he just got up to go to the bathroom.

Serena watched his figure.

Does she love him?

The answer is, she does.

She asked herself if she had to always remember those past things.

The answer is, she doesn’t want to.

She wants a new life.

She also wants a new partner.

Silas, suppressing his emotions, propped himself up to sit.

But at that moment, she reached out and wrapped her arm around his neck.

Silas was slightly stunned.

He looked at her only to find that she didn’t dare to look at him, just turned her face away.

In an instant, his mind seemed to explode.

Unable to think, his body acted faster than his mind, he kissed her again.

This time he kissed her hard.

He couldn’t suppress himself anymore.

The air was boiling, he sensed her pause, but there was no resistance.

Before the final step, he cupped her face, looked into her slightly dazed eyes, and his heart raced.

His Adam’s apple moved up and down a few times, he hoarsely asked her, "Serena, is this okay?"

Serena opened her eyes, looking at the man in front of her.

Not Julian Lawson, he is Silas Hawthorne.

"Hmm." She responded.

Silas smiled, kissed her deeply, intertwining himself with her.

He had finally gotten her.

Silas’s heart leaped with joy.

He couldn’t control himself at all, just wanted more, ever more!

Under the moonlight, their shadow stretched infinitely.

...

On the other side.

Moonlight flowed like water.

In the apartment, Julian Lawson didn’t turn on the lights, he sat quietly at the bedside, with the safe beside him.

He kept reminiscing.

But he couldn’t think of anything.

Suddenly, he didn’t know why, suddenly he felt very sad.

He lifted his head to look at the moon outside.

He didn’t know when it started, the once bright moon was now obscured by a cloud.

He felt as if something had left him forever.

This tearing, separating feeling made him miserable.

It was because of her.

Where was she now?

She should be at Hawthorne Manor.

What was she doing now?

He didn’t know, and he didn’t dare to imagine.

His emotions surged uncontrollably, wanting to release them but not knowing how.

"Ah!"

He roared, punched the wall, blood spurted.

At this time, after her concert, Silas Hawthorne would...

Julian Lawson once again recalled how she looked at him during the concert.

It seemed to be complete relief.

Would she be with Silas Hawthorne?

He didn’t dare to think.

A tear fell on his hand, he opened his eyes to see the safe in front of him.

He almost wanted to smash it open, wanting to see what was inside.

He could feel there was a huge secret inside.

But he just couldn’t open it.

Why couldn’t he open it!

He had tried so many dates, thought of every date, why couldn’t he open it!

Anxious, irritable, all of this seemed to be destroying him.

Julian Lawson reached out, once again continuously trying passwords.

No matter what date, he kept trying, day after day, from that first day, every day!

"Beep! Incorrect password!"

"Beep..."

Again and again, it was all the wrong password notices.

All of this drove Julian Lawson almost insane.

His inner self kept screaming, something wanted to struggle and burst out, but was forcibly pulled back by reason.

He was constantly teetering on the edge of collapse, struggling, unable to find relief nor completely break down.

This made it almost unbearable for him.

"Beep! Incorrect password!"

The same cold electronic sound echoed throughout the room, repeatedly stimulating his nerves.

Just like that, he kept trying, kept maintaining the same posture, just like that, until the sky faintly brightened.