A Mix-up Made Me His Enemy’s Woman 128
Chapter 128
“That was a top–tier public display of affection.”
Under normal circumstances, Silas would have fired back with a witty retort. But the one person he actually wanted to hear from remained silent.
He canceled his social engagements for the evening and went home early.
The first thing that came out of his mouth when he walked through the door was, “Where’s my wife?”
Jane looked curious. “Sir, Mrs. Brennan hasn’t come back yet.”
Silas pressed his lips together. “Got it.”
He wondered if he had been too direct at the press conference and scared Bethany off again.
Shaking his head slightly, he went to his room. He grabbed a bath towel and then turned
toward the room next door.
Meanwhile, Bethany returned home feeling guilty. She poked her head into the living room, and a quiet sigh of relief escaped her when she didn’t see Silas on the couch.
Jane caught her looking and smiled. “Ma’am, are you looking for Mr. Brennan? He went upstairs to rest.”
Bethany was speechless. She wasn’t looking for him at all.
She forced the corners of her lips up and braced herself. “Thanks, Jane. I got it.”
If Silas was resting, he was probably in the study or his bedroom.
Bethany skipped the elevator and tiptoed up the stairs to the second floor. Just as she twisted the handle on her bedroom door, she heard the sound of running water.
Steam rose from behind the frosted glass door of her ensuite bathroom. Everything pointed to
the fact that someone was taking a shower in her bathroom.
Bethany suspected she had walked into the wrong room. She backed out and checked again.
It was definitely her room.
It was clear who was in the bathroom.
The sound of the water stopped right then. Bethany involuntarily took a step back and stared intently as billowing steam drifted out the door.
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Silas stood in the center of the swirls of steam with only a bath towel wrapped loosely around
his waist.
Water droplets rolled down from the tips of his black hair. They slid past the sharp lines of his neck and wound their way down his collarbone, firm chest muscles, and V–line.
Finally, they disappeared at the edge of the towel.
Silas didn’t look the least bit guilty. He casually raised a hand to slick his wet hair back from his forehead, revealing his full face and eyes that were always so calm.
“You’re back?” His voice was huskier than usual. “The showerhead in my bathroom broke, so I used your bathroom. You don’t mind, do you?”
Bethany remained silent.
He had already used it. Would it make a difference if she said she minded?
Bethany turned away to look at the cream–colored wall, swallowing hard.
“Are
you… done?”
Silas took a step forward and propped his hand against the doorframe. The movement caused the towel at his waist to loosen slightly. His defined V–line played peek–a–boo in the shadows.
Bethany’s throat tightened. She took another step back.
Silas noticed, and the corner of his mouth curved up ever so slightly. Yet the smile vanished in an instant.
“I’m done. Do you… need to shower?”
His tone was suggestive, making Bethany’s cheeks burn instantly.
She felt a flash of annoyance. “Silas, please behave yourself.”
Silas chuckled softly. Every word seemed wrapped in the lingering steam.
“I am behaving myself. If I wasn’t, I would have come out naked.”
He didn’t wait for Bethany to answer. His long legs carried him past her and straight out of the
room.
The heat coming through the slightly open bathroom door had yet to dissipate, just like the flush on her cheeks.
It made Bethany start to re–evaluate this contract marriage of theirs.
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