Entangled in the Night: Unable to Escape Him-Chapter 2: Have We Met Before?

He instinctively tightened his grip on Chloe’s hand.

His eyes darkened with emotion.

Why did he feel an inexplicable sense of familiarity with Chloe, just like he did with Sienna?

He couldn’t help wanting to hold her in his arms.

The veins on Silas’s hand were throbbing, his gaze piercing as he stared at Chloe.

His voice was extremely hoarse: "Dr. Nash, have we met before?"

Chloe was startled by his words, her nerves tensed.

She quickly freed herself from Silas’s hold, returning to her previous spot.

She masked the panic in her eyes, shook her head, and said, "No."

Silas’s sharp gaze continued to scrutinize her.

He couldn’t understand why he felt this way toward a woman he had never met.

She was completely different from Sienna in both appearance and personality.

Why did he connect the two women?

Silas restrained his previous emotions, murmuring, "Sorry."

Chloe said nothing, just gave him a slight smile.

Lucy Rhodes, who was driving in front, saw this and couldn’t contain her delight.

Her brother’s gaze toward Dr. Nash was unusual.

She chuckled, "Dr. Nash, sorry about earlier, a car deliberately cut me off, but thankfully my driving skills are top-notch, otherwise we would have been in an accident."

Chloe replied calmly, "It’s fine."

Silas paid no mind to Lucy Rhodes’s words, but lowered his eyes to stare at the red bracelet on his wrist.

His mind was filled with images of him and Sienna together.

"Brother, this is a safety bracelet I got from the temple, I’ll give it to you, may you be safe all your life."

"We can’t do this, Grandpa Prescott would find out."

"I promise you, I will never leave again."

These memories were like thorns, piercing deeply into Silas’s bones.

Every time he recalled them, they caused excruciating pain.

Silas’s fingers curled tightly, his expression gradually darkening.

A voice inside him kept roaring: Sienna, you belong to me, why did you run away?

At that moment, the phone rang.

It took several seconds for him to pull himself out of his emotions.

He took out the phone and pressed answer.

His voice still carried a deep raspy tone: "Hello."

The call was from his friend Chase Hughes.

"Silas, I met a veteran peacekeeper here; he said the battlefield was suddenly attacked by mercenaries, sparing no elders, children, or medical staff—it was a brutal massacre.

All the doctors and nurses on that battlefield were killed; no one survived. I think Sienna is no longer alive."

Upon hearing this news, Silas’s eyes reddened as he stared out the window, his voice extremely hoarse: "Impossible, she must still be alive."

Chase sighed and said, "We’ve been investigating for five years, if she were alive, there’d be some news by now. This time the information is definitely true, that person witnessed it."

"There will always be survivors."

Just like Julian Prescott.

Years ago, when he learned that Sienna went to a war-torn area as a doctor without borders, he used every means to find her camp.

However, when he arrived, the camp had already turned to ruins.

Bodies were everywhere.

He searched for half a day inside, but couldn’t find any trace of Sienna.

Just as he was about to leave, he discovered a child beneath a woman’s body.

The child was only a month old, sucking on his finger.

His bright black eyes were fixed on Silas.

Silas didn’t have the mood to take care of this, nor did he ever like children.

But this child’s gaze was strange, compelling him to bend down and pick him up. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

He brought him back to the Prescott family, raised him as his son until now.

Chase shook his head helplessly: "Sienna was medical staff; at the time, the mercenaries primarily targeted them—this incident was even covered in social news."

He hung up the phone.

Silas froze, leaning back against the chair.

Five years have passed, he has traversed almost the entire world searching for Sienna.

But every time, he gets the same answer.

He doesn’t believe Sienna is dead.

Silas’s deep black eyes gradually became moist.

He slowly closed his eyes, preventing his emotions from showing.

Chloe sitting beside him had long been scared, her hands and feet ice-cold.

Though she hadn’t heard the exact content of Silas’s phone call, she mostly guessed he was sending people to find her.

She never expected Silas still wouldn’t accept the fact of her death.

Chloe’s heart was a mix of indescribable feelings.

If his desire to control her wasn’t so strong, they might not be like this now.

Meeting but not recognizing each other.

Chloe tried not to think about it; she was now Dr. Chloe Nash.

Not Sienna, whom Silas was searching for.

They had severed all ties five years ago.

Sorting her thoughts, Chloe wiped the sweat from her palm lightly on her pants.

The three of them entered Old Master Prescott’s hospital.

The hospital director personally welcomed them, shaking Chloe’s hand and saying, "Dr. Nash, with you here, Old Master Prescott will be saved."

Chloe nodded lightly, "Elder Kane, you’re too kind; let me check the patient first."

She followed a group of medical staff into Old Master Prescott’s room.

Not seen for years, seeing Grandpa Prescott again who brought her home back then, Chloe felt pained.

When she left, Grandpa Prescott was still full of life.

But now he’s covered with instruments.

Chloe walked over and examined Old Master Prescott’s various indicators.

Asked about the current situation.

Preparing for future surgery.

Just as she was about to check Old Master Prescott’s fingers, her wrist was suddenly grabbed.

Old Master Prescott’s slightly rough hand tightly held her, not letting go.

Chloe’s heart sank.

Almost shouted out ’Grandpa Prescott.’

She quickly adjusted her emotions, lightly patting Old Master Prescott’s hand in reassurance: "Sir, don’t worry, I’ll make sure this surgery is successful."

Upon hearing her words, Old Master Prescott wearing an oxygen mask suddenly moved his lips.

Seemed like he was going to talk.

Silas immediately leaned forward, "Grandpa, what do you want to say?"

Everyone focused on the movement of Old Master Prescott’s lips.

In the next second, they heard a weak voice from his throat.

"Sienna."