Flash Marriage With Mr. Sheffield: Go Away, Cheap Man!-Chapter 95: She Suddenly Really Wanted to Soothe Him
Clara Sterling sensed that Silas Sheffield was unhappy.
As for why he was upset, she wasn’t quite sure.
But since Silas was upset, she definitely wanted to go along with his wishes.
Clara chuckled, "Since President Sheffield has spoken, we should humbly comply." 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦
With that, she opened the car door, "President Sheffield, please."
The car sent by the hotel was a business car, with plenty of seats, enough to accommodate their group.
Silas leaned in and got into the car, with Clara following behind him and sitting next to him.
Clara leaned forward to ask Anabelle Spencer, "Anabelle, aren’t you getting in?"
Just then, Julian Hawthorne’s taxi arrived.
Julian opened the car door and got in.
Anabelle was torn, seeing Julian sitting alone in the car all by himself seemed a bit lonely, while Silas had a cold and stern air, his presence very strong.
Even though Silas upgraded their class and room suite for this business trip, Anabelle felt that Silas wasn’t as the company rumors suggested, the "Grim Reaper".
But he was, after all, the company president, with his status and position, exuding a sharp coldness, giving an invisible pressure, making the atmosphere too oppressive for Anabelle to share a car with Silas. Just thinking about it was stressful.
So she decisively chose to go with Julian.
Anabelle smiled at Clara and said, "I’ll go with President Hawthorne."
Clara replied, "Alright then."
The car door closed, and the driver started the car.
The car had just driven a short distance when the man beside her suddenly gripped Clara’s slender waist, pulling her onto his lap.
"Ah..." Clara was caught off guard, instinctively exclaiming.
She looked up into the depths of his eyes, as his voice, cool and deep, came through, "Do you really like the dishes he ordered?"
Earlier in the private room, she almost only ate the dishes Julian ordered, barely touching those ordered by Silas.
"Hmm? What?" At first, Clara was puzzled.
Realizing Silas was referring to the spicy boiled fish dish Julian ordered, she flashed a look of disbelief.
"I like the dish, regardless of who ordered it."
Silas lightly stroked Clara’s waist, his eyes dark, "You hardly ate what I ordered."
Clara couldn’t help but find it amusing.
With a wry smile on her lips, she said, "It’s the restaurant’s fault; the dishes you ordered weren’t as good. The spicy boiled fish was the best."
That was the truth.
Clara had breakfast at seven, but due to rushing, she didn’t eat much. On the plane, she focused on catching up on sleep, skipping the meal. It wasn’t until after noon when she had lunch.
Over five hours had gone by, and she was starving. At the meal, she was too busy devouring the food to notice who ordered what dish.
She didn’t care who ordered it; she just ate whatever was tasty.
But she hadn’t expected someone to get jealous over this?
She wasn’t mistaken, was she? Silas’s tone did sound a bit sour.
"He patted your back," the man suddenly remarked.
"..." Clara was speechless for a moment, "He probably did it out of instinct, nothing else."
"Really?" Silas’s gaze flickered.
Clara chuckled, "Are you jealous?"
Her almond eyes were bright and clear, reflecting Silas’s cold and handsome face.
His eyes were dark as ink, without a hint of warmth, restoring his usual distant and aloof demeanor.
He was indeed upset.
Clara didn’t know why, but despite his cold demeanor, she found it endearing.
Suddenly, she wanted to appease him.
Clara’s eyes, like spring water, were filled with love as she leaned in close, pressing her lips against Silas’s for a kiss.
"Don’t be upset, okay?" she cooed.
The man said nothing, his icy demeanor slightly thawed.
Seeing the tactic work, Clara smiled and once again tenderly captured Silas’s lips.
This time, it wasn’t just a quick touch and pull away.
Clara initiated the kiss with Silas.
Silas cooperated warmly.
The hand on Clara’s waist grew warmer, and even through the thin fabric, she could feel the heat of his palm, making her body tremble slightly.
The kilometer ride took just a few minutes.
When the car stopped at the hotel, as Clara released Silas, both of their breaths were irregular.
The ice in the man’s eyes had long melted.
Clara gently wiped his warm lips with her fingers, removing the lipstick, and asked with a smile, "Is President Sheffield no longer upset?"
Silas leaned back in the seat, his gaze shifting, his voice husky, "Come to my room."
"Assistant Spencer and I are sharing a room; it wouldn’t be appropriate."
"Just come."
After getting out of the car, Clara entered the elevator with Silas.
Silas took out his phone and sent a message.
...
Julian Hawthorne’s car had just arrived at the hotel.
As he stepped out, he got a call from his boss, saying there was a big client in Ardendale, and since he was already there, he should head over.
Julian frowned slightly, and his boss added, "Take an assistant with you to note down the details for the contract later."
Hanging up, Julian instantly suspected Silas’s involvement.
It was too much of a coincidence.
Anabelle noticed Julian’s furrowed brow and asked, "What’s up, President Hawthorne? Something wrong?"
Julian’s tone was cool, "Come with me to meet a client."
...
In the penthouse suite.
As Clara entered, Silas immediately pressed her against the wall.
The next second, he bowed his head and captured her lips.
This time, he wasn’t passively receiving her kiss but actively seeking it.
Silas held the back of Clara’s neck with one hand and wrapped her waist with the other, kissing her with urgency and intensity, leaving her no room to refuse.
Silas lifted Clara in his arms and carried her to the bathroom.
"Shall we shower together, hmm?"
Clara’s eyes were hazy, offering no resistance.
Silas gently placed her on the bathroom floor and turned on the showerhead.
Clara was wearing a professional outfit today, a light gray blazer with a white shirt and a light gray pencil skirt.
Silas removed Clara’s blazer and pulled her wrist to lead her under the showerhead.
The warm, fine water streamed down, soaking Clara’s shirt, revealing her perfect curves.
The man’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he lowered his head again to kiss her.
The warm water cascaded over them, pouring down from above.
Beneath the shower, they kissed passionately, their breaths turning hot.
As they kissed, Silas lifted Clara off the ground, cradling her in his arms.
Feeling weightless, Clara instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist for a sense of security.
