A Mix-up Made Me His Enemy’s Woman 105
Chapter 105
Bethany had gone to a beauty salon in the morning and returned to the villa around noon.
After days of dealing with hotel affairs, even she could tell that her complexion had grown visibly worn.
Back home, she drank the soup Jane had prepared, and after eating her fill, curled up on the couch and fell into an afternoon nap.
She did not know how long she had slept when a flash of lightning tore across the sky, followed by heavy raindrops pounding against the floor–to–ceiling windows. The urgent rhythm of rain stirred an inexplicable sense of unease in her chest.
She picked up her phone and realized that Silas had called more than ten times while she was
asleep.
She froze. Wasn’t he supposed to be watching the game with Oscar?
She called back, but no one answered. Perhaps it wasn’t anything important.
Picking up a book, Bethany settled back into the couch, listening to the rain. Strangely, it felt almost comforting until the sound of the door slamming open abruptly stopped her train of
thought.
Silas stood in the entryway, drenched. His once–pristine suit was wrinkled and heavy with rain, his hair disordered, water dripping steadily down his sharply defined jaw.
Bethany’s heart clenched. “You… didn’t bring an umbrella?‘
The basketball court was indoors. He had a car. So, how could he be soaked?
She frowned, catching sight of a darkness churning in his eyes, something she had never seen before. Yet his lips curbed into a cold, sharp smile. “You gave the ticket to Oscar?”
So he was angry. Bethany lowered her gaze, avoiding his stare. “Yes. I heard you both like basketball.”
The chill of rain–soaked air closed in on her. Barefoot on the floor, she instinctively retreated
to the couch.
Bethany glanced at the puddle forming at his feet and stood. “I’ll get you a towel.”
Before she could move, her slender wrist was caught in his grip. His hand was icy and wet, the force strong enough to make her wince.
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She frowned and looked up at him. “Silas, let go.”
“First, don’t ever try to pair me up with Oscar again. I’ve said it before–I don’t like him. Second, don’t pair me up with anyone,” he said coldly.
He stepped closer, his presence radiating a chill that nearly froze her in place. His voice was low and deliberate. “And lastly, do you enjoy giving me gifts that much?”
A soft, humorless laugh escaped him. He lifted her chin. “Then let me tell you what kind of gift I like.”
His breath pressed down on her, hot and inescapable.
When their lips met, Bethany gasped, instinctively pushing against his chest. But he was far stronger, and the kiss only deepened.
At first, it was fierce and uncontrolled, driven by impulse and restrained fury.
Bethany’s soft pink lips gradually deepened to a dark red, her thoughts dissolving as he fully claimed the kiss. Through her uneven breaths, she felt the fingers at her chin warm from cold to heat, until they nearly burned.
Tears glistened in her eyes. Summoning strength she did not know she had, she shoved him away and struck his rain–soaked cheek.
Silas froze for a moment, stunned. Yet the dark intensity in his eyes only deepened.
He smiled faintly and tilted his head, offering the other cheek. “Want to slap this side too?”
Bethany stared at him, stunned. “You…”
“No? Then I’ll keep kissing you.”
Bethany had no sense of how long Silas held her there until the air began to feel scarce. Only then did he finally pull back, releasing her lips
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