Entangled in the Night: Unable to Escape Him-Chapter 162: Sienna, I Will Learn to Love You—Please Give Me Some Time
This call of ’brother’ he hasn’t heard in five years.
God knows how much he misses it.
In the five years apart, every night in his dreams he hears Sienna calling him ’brother’.
But when he wakes up, he realizes it’s all just a dream.
Silas felt his heart skip a beat, he immediately stood up and walked towards Sienna.
In those bottomless eyes, there was an uncontrollable excitement.
He tightly grabbed Sienna’s shoulders, his scorching gaze fixed on her.
"Sienna, what did you just call me?"
Sienna looked up at Silas, recalling what Grandpa Prescott had just said to her, a sharp pain from deep within her heart once again swept through her.
She never knew that while she saw Silas as a beam of light in her life, she also illuminated his world.
But at that time, neither of them knew how to love, turning an originally beautiful love into something twisted.
She had always blamed Silas for being too controlling, for not giving her freedom; if she had understood him a bit more back then, perhaps they wouldn’t have faced so many obstacles.
Sienna slowly raised her head, her clear eyes shimmering with tears.
She softly called out, "Brother."
Upon hearing that voice again, Silas’s smile deepened.
He grasped Sienna’s chin, slowly leaning down, the scorching gaze seemingly about to melt her.
"Sienna, do you know what brother wants to do most right now?"
Sienna could feel his hot breath and the suppressed emotion in his eyes.
Her eyelashes trembled as she said, "This is the ancestral hall, you’re not allowed to misbehave."
Silas let out a pleasant laugh from his chest.
The moist, warm lips gently brushed against Sienna’s burning earlobe.
The deep, hoarse voice was like a weak electric current, instantly piercing through her eardrum.
"What does Sienna mean by misbehave? Is it like this, or like this, huh?"
Silas’s teeth lightly ground against Sienna’s soft earlobe.
A tingling sensation instantly spread through every nerve in Sienna’s body.
She was startled, quickly pushing him away, her beautiful peach blossom eyes filled with anger: "Silas, moving around like this here is disrespectful to the ancestors, be careful they’ll come to find you."
Silas couldn’t help but chuckle at her serious expression.
"I haven’t married a wife yet, the Prescott ancestors have been anxious for a long time, they’d love for me to give them a Prescott grandson right now."
Silas pulled Sienna into his arms, whispering hoarsely in her ear: "Sienna, shall we create a Prescott grandson for them tonight? Otherwise, I’m afraid they’ll rise from the grave to find you."
Clearly a pleading tone, yet carrying a hint of threat. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦
If it were the former Sienna, she would have already cowered in Silas’s embrace.
Agreed to all his demands.
But now Sienna has been through life and death.
She’s not afraid of war, let alone nonexistent ghosts and spirits.
She looked at Silas calmly: "Don’t try to trick me with ancestors, I won’t fall for it."
Seeing her unmoved, Silas added, "But you owe me one thousand two hundred times, if we don’t speed up, when will you pay it all off."
Sienna didn’t resist like before, instead, she asked seriously: "How are you planning for me to pay it back?"
Seeing her finally relent, Silas was overwhelmed with excitement.
He tightly held Sienna in his arms, whispering in her ear: "From today, let’s do it four times a day, after a month, minus those physiological days, we should pay off a hundred times, we can finish in a year."
Sienna lightly nodded: "After paying it off, can I leave?"
Just moments ago, Silas was excited, but upon hearing this, he suddenly felt things were amiss.
It’s like Sienna was tying him in knots.
He squeezed Sienna’s chin, frowning as he asked her: "You still want to leave me?"
Sienna said flatly: "I can repay the debt as you said, but after paying it off, I’ll leave, is that what you want?"
Silas without hesitation replied: "You can only leave me if I’m dead."
"If you don’t want me to leave, you must listen to me, I want you to give me space for freedom, I can have friends, classmates, family, when I am with them, you should not interfere too much and definitely not like before, where you send people to follow me wherever I go, if you agree to these points, I’ll stay."
Upon hearing this, the emotions in Silas’s eyes stirred.
He instantly recalled scenes of Sienna laughing and talking with others.
Especially thinking about having men like Caden Sinclair among her friends, his heart burned with jealousy.
They have been through life-and-death battlefields together, this kind of camaraderie is incomparable to ordinary affections.
Who knows if Caden is using the guise of camaraderie to secretly harbor other intentions.
Just like Sienna’s former senior.
Silas’s gaze held danger.
"Sienna, are you forcing me to make a choice? What if I choose neither, what can you do to me?"
Sienna sighed helplessly as she saw his expression.
Silas’s stubbornness isn’t something her few words can cure.
Haste makes waste.
She can only take it slow.
Sienna looked up at him, her voice returning to its usual softness: "Brother, do you know why I left you five years ago? You thought giving me the whole world was good for me, but what I wanted was never those things, I wanted freedom, wanted you to respect my choices; I could still listen to your every command, but that me would never be happy, instead I’d feel suffocated.
Our feelings are like a rubber band, being able to stretch and relax freely is the best state; if stretched too tight, the band will break sooner or later.
We’ve experienced one failed relationship, I don’t want to repeat the past, for a fresh start, we both have to make concessions, only then can we cultivate a healthy and lasting relationship."
Listening to these words, Silas fell into silence.
At this moment, his heart aches and is chaotic.
He knows what Sienna said is right, but internally he still can’t accept giving her complete freedom.
Because he fears that once he releases his grip, his Sienna will fly away from his hold.
Sadness radiated in Silas’s gaze as he heavily rested his head on Sienna’s shoulder.
It was a long time before a low, hoarse voice squeezed out from his throat.
"Sienna, I’ll learn how to love you, please give me some time, alright?"
