Chapter 92\u00a0<\/p>\n
When Silas had walked by their private room earlier, he saw Noah and Bethany together.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The sight of it alone nearly drove him mad with jealousy.\u00a0<\/p>\n
So, this was the business dinner she\u2019d talked about? What was she doing, having dinner with her former boyfriend?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Silas still retained some of his senses and didn\u2019t storm inside to claim his stake on Bethany.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sitting nearby, Callan saw the sulky look on Silas\u2018 face and sighed. \u201cSilas is in a mood today.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Oscar pursed his lips. \u201cCallan, who knows what\u2019s bothering him this time? He\u2019s been in a mood ever since he got married.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Silas ignored Oscar\u2019s sarcastic remarks and shared a drink with Callan. \u201cThanks for your help last time.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Callan grinned calmly. He was just hanging out with his friends tonight. So, a drink or two wasn\u2019t a problem. He had barely finished his drink when Noah opened the door, radiating an air of menace.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you want, Silas?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Noah never thought Callan would be here, too. The latter was the chief of police, and Noah had to pay Callan the respect his position deserved.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Osborn, it\u2019s been a long time.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
A faint smile curved at Callan\u2019s lips. \u201cIt\u2019s rare for the old group to come together like this.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Silas sneered. \u201cHe\u2019s not a part of our group.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
If anything, he and Noah were bitter rivals. Still, they did grow up in the same social circle. That much was true. Callan smiled calmly. \u201cEnough. Do me a favor and not bicker with him. Come on, let\u2019s share a drink with Mr. Vazquez.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He then poured Noah a glass, hoping to keep tonight\u2019s gathering from turning ugly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Oscar\u2019s lips twitched. Only he knew the truth about everything, and he wanted no part in it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cCallan, let them drink by themselves.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The last thing he wanted was for Callan to be dragged into Silas and Noah\u2019s little feud.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Silas grinned sarcastically and rose with his wine glass in hand. \u201cFine. Since Mr. Osborn has spoken, I\u2019ll share a drink with you, Noah.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Noah\u2019s lips twitched slightly. He reluctantly grabbed his wine glass and drank from it, intending to leave immediately afterward.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Surprisingly, Silas just happened to pour his entire glass of wine on his shirt.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Tension instantly filled the private room. Even Oscar dropped his jaw out of sheer disbelief.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Noah was soaked to the skin, and his expression darkened.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSilas, what do you think you\u2019re doing?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Silas slowly set his wine glass down on the table before shrugging. \u201cI\u2019m sorry. It slipped from my hand. Here, I\u2019ll wipe it for you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
As he came closer, he drove his clenched fist toward Noah\u2019s right cheek, landing the punch hard and fast.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He had been wanting to do this since he saw Noah harassing Bethany and pushing the drinks her way. Silas had zero tolerance for people messing with his wife.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Noah didn\u2019t see the attack coming at all. Before he knew what happened, Silas was already pouncing on him. He was quickly pinned to the floor before getting absolutely wrecked.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 92\u00a0<\/p>\n
2\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
Not wanting this incident to make it to the headlines tomorrow, Callan immediately ordered his assistant to break up the fight.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Noah finally came to his senses and tried to fight back, but Callan held him back.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNoah, do me a favor and stay down. We\u2019ll all lose if this incident blows up.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Noah ripped his tie off, anger etched across his face. \u201cMr. Osborn, am I supposed to just take this?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He pointed a finger at Silas\u2018 face and snarled, \u201cSilas, what the fuck is wrong with you? What have I ever done to you?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Silas sneered. \u201cJust seeing you irritates me. You got a problem with that?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The two were practically at each other\u2019s throats now.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Before they could fight again, Callan gave Oscar a look, and the latter quickly dragged Silas out of the private room.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Callan said in a comforting tone, \u201cNoah, calm down. Do me a solid and let this go.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Noah lashed out at a chair, kicking it hard, before storming out of the room. Naturally, he would never go back to his dinner with Bethany when he looked like this.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Oscar didn\u2019t stop until he had shoved Silas into a car. \u201cYou\u2019re out of your damn mind! How could you actually start a fight with Noah?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Silas looked at his slightly swelled knuckles and suddenly said, \u201cHit me.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Oscar was puzzled, to say the least. \u201cGood grief. You really are insane.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Silas grabbed Oscar\u2019s hand and brought it hard against the corner of his lips. He even checked his face in the rearview mirror\u00a0<\/p>\n
after.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay. This\u2019ll do.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
A subtle mark would be enough.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAlright. Take me home now.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
No one troubled Bethany after that. Ever since Noah left the private room, everyone relaxed, and they managed to have a\u00a0<\/p>\n
wonderful dinner.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Easton and the others consumed alcohol, so they each hailed a cab home.\u00a0<\/p>\n
As for Bethany, she had merely drank a glass of wine and already felt a little tipsy. She was scrolling on her phone when a pop -up notification caught her attention.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThe Brennans and the Vazquezes: The Bitter Rivals at Each Other\u2019s Throats Again?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Bethany\u2019s heart instantly clenched. Did Silas and Noah come to blows?\u00a0<\/p>\n
She sat up straight. According to the news article, Noah provoked Silas first, and the latter was forced to defend himself. They were evenly matched and had to be pulled apart.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The article was written so vividly that it felt like she was right there as it went down.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Bethany told the driver to pick up the speed. She was worried that Silas would punch Noah for her sake.\u00a0<\/p>\n
In the past, she would\u2019ve thought that such a notion was narcissistic. However, Silas\u2018 assistant was clearly taunting Noah earlier that night. As such, it was hard for her to think otherwise.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Bethany anxiously rushed upstairs, only to see that Silas\u2018 bedroom was dark.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Where did he go? Didn\u2019t he come home?\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cLooking for someone?\u201d Silas asked calmly, his voice smooth and charming.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 92\u00a0<\/p>\n
3\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
Bethany raised her gaze and saw him staring at her, a hint of amusement flashing in her eyes. Her chest tightened in discomfort when she saw the mark on the corner of his lips.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She blurted without thinking, \u201cWere you in a fight with Noah?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah,\u201d Silas responded quietly. \u201cI saw him forcing you to drink liquor.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Bethany\u2019s heart softened. \u201cYou\u2019re so silly. I only had a glass of wine. Wait for me. I\u2019ll get the first aid kit.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Silas nodded. \u201cAlright.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He obediently sat on the couch, letting her handle his treatment. \u201cDo it for me.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Bethany was a little puzzled. \u201cYou want me to tend to your wound?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Silas raised an eyebrow. \u201cIt\u2019s not like I didn\u2019t help you last time.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cFine, then,\u201d she said as she dipped a cotton swab into iodine solution. \u201cIt\u2019s going to sting, so bear with me.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Bethany crouched, and Silas lowered his head, lips brushing against her hand.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The warmth of his breath tickled her, sending a shiver down her spine. She fought the fluttering sensation and focused on tending to his wound.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Silas let out a timely whimper, which immediately made her freeze.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes it hurt?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cA little.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Bethany frowned. \u201cDon\u2019t pick fights with Noah again. He\u2019s not worth your time.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The last part of her sentence made Silas\u2018 heart flutter, and his lips curved despite himself. \u201cWhat about me, Bethany? Am I worth your time?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
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