My Fiancé's Scandals Never End, So I Married His Uncle Instead-Chapter 117: The Must-Buy Milk Tea

He seemed like such a proper man, yet they hadn’t gotten any proper work done all afternoon.

Once a line is crossed, it’s bound to be crossed again and again. One moment of indulgence only paves the way for more.

With one practiced hand, Silas Norwood undid the hidden clasp of her innermost layer.

A cool draft slipped against her suddenly bare skin. He leaned in, gently biting down through the thin fabric.

From him, such a flirtatious act didn’t seem lewd at all. Instead, it created an indescribable contrast—like a celibate deity dragged from his pedestal and ensnared in the decadent paradise of Seraphall. His expression remained dignified, but a dark undercurrent of desire swirled in his eyes.

The office door remained locked all afternoon.

It wasn’t until evening that it opened again. Celia Sterling and Silas Norwood had changed into a matching set of minimalist, casual outfits. Both were button-downs, with delicate, silvery threadwork embroidered on the collars and cuffs—simple yet incredibly stylish.

They walked with their fingers intertwined. There were no other overly intimate gestures, but the air between them was sizzling with an ambiguous heat. The employees, who had been secretly waiting for gossip, were all still glued to their workstations. They "discreetly" watched as Silas Norwood, his expression gentle, lowered his head to murmur to Celia Sterling. Celia, however, looked languid and didn’t seem to be paying him much mind.

From the gossipmongers’ perspective, it was the untouchable man who had been on a pedestal for years who now seemed to be the one currying favor.

But he was so used to being noble and aloof that even with a hint of trying to please her, it didn’t cheapen him. On the contrary, compared to his legendary, ethereal image, it made him seem more human.

The phrase "a titan brought to his knees by love" suddenly became a vivid image in everyone’s mind.

Someone sighed and remarked, "The dream man and the passionate lover, all rolled into one... and he belongs to the Sterlings now. The socialite circles are probably in an uproar..."

Someone else hissed softly, adding in a low voice, "I heard the official announcement is coming soon. Set your alarms. It’s going to be a huge show."

The idle chatter didn’t reach the ears of Silas Norwood or Celia Sterling.

Oblivious to the stares, they walked out of the R&D building. Celia looked down, searching for the keys to the "big lizard," while Silas leaned against the car, his voice husky and sensual.

"Cece, let’s have lunch together for the next few days, alright? I’ll come to you."

Of course, he couldn’t skip work every afternoon. But the Norwood Group was only a ten-minute drive from Celia’s office, and a two-and-a-half-hour lunch break left plenty of time to get things done.

Celia was already in the driver’s seat and gestured for him to get in.

As the car started, she kept her eyes on the road and gave a faint, knowing smile. "Are you inviting me to lunch, or... for something else?"

She didn’t even use his name.

Clearly, she was still annoyed by Silas’s pestering that afternoon.

Silas’s thin lips pressed together. He wisely decided to drop the subject for now.

「Metropia’s Fourth Ring Road. Crestview Eatery.」

Celia parked in a nearby plaza’s lot. Getting out with Silas, she worried he might not be used to this kind of place and began to explain.

"This whole area is full of open-air food stalls, and you can find almost any style of barbecue here. It’s also been designated as a model district for authentic city life in the last couple of years, so it’s especially clean. The one I’m taking you to makes Sichuan, Cantonese, and Korean style barbecue. It’s a bit pricier, but their ingredients are incredibly fresh and authentic. Plus, their marinades and dipping sauces are from a family recipe that’s over a hundred years old. A lot of people in our circle come here from time to time to satisfy their cravings. Quinn Sinclair and I used to meet up here late at night all the time, at least two or three times a month."

Silas’s gaze swept over their surroundings. The area was a blend of old and new architecture. Along the bustling, noisy street, dozens of stall sections stretched on for several hundred meters, ending where Metropia’s new development zone began, with its forest of magnificent, glittering skyscrapers.

「The evening lights began to glow.」

Bright streetlights cut neat lines across the night market’s sky. In the distance, the panoramic LED walls of skyscrapers flashed with all sorts of advertisements, most of which were for fantasy and sci-fi franchises he’d never heard of.

Celia stood on her tiptoes to gently put a face mask on him, then pulled him forward. "Try to stick to the darker areas. With a face like yours, you’ll attract too much attention. We won’t get two bites in before a swarm of pretty girls comes asking for your contact info."

Silas complied, cautiously keeping to the shadows even with the mask on. He avoided the many curious gazes, following her at a relaxed pace until they reached a stall that looked incredibly popular.

Celia chose a relatively quiet corner, away from the smoke of the grilling area, and sat down with Silas. The owner, a woman in an apron, walked over enthusiastically with a menu to greet them.

"Miss Sterling! It’s been a while. What can I get for you today?"

Celia ordered a large spread like a regular, then turned to Silas. "Do you want to add anything? Or if there’s anything you don’t eat, you have to tell me."

Silas shook his head, but his attention was on the entrances of the various milk tea shops along the street. One after another, they were all doing brisk business. In just the short time they’d been there, he had already seen at least twenty young men waiting in line. Beside them, their girlfriends waited with casual expressions, occasionally hanging on their boyfriends’ arms, glancing impatiently at the time on their phones, and muttering about how long the line was...

"Cece," Silas asked suddenly, "Do you want some milk tea?"

Kian Sterling always said that things from outside weren’t clean; they usually had their milk tea and coffee privately customized from places he had thoroughly vetted. But hearing this question from the pampered Silas Norwood, Celia was intrigued.

"You like milk tea, Silas?"

"No, I’ve never had it," Silas said, looking at Celia gently. "But I want to buy some for my girlfriend."

Celia glanced around, her eyes sweeping over the vibrant young couples. She thought for a moment. "Silas, you don’t have to copy what other people do. Compared to what other boyfriends give their girlfriends, you’ve already given me more than enough."

This was the first time she had called him "Silas" with such warmth since they left the Sterlings’ R&D building. Silas had already worked out her system. When his girlfriend was calm, she called him "Silas" affectionately. When her emotions were running high or she wanted to tease him, she’d use his full name. And if she was genuinely angry, she wouldn’t call him anything at all.

The moment he heard her say "Silas," he knew her annoyance from the afternoon had completely vanished. It was even possible that his offer to buy her milk tea had brought a little flicker of pleasure to her heart.

In Silas’s mind, that made the milk tea a mandatory purchase.

"Cece, all these years, Kade has spoiled you rotten. I’m a latecomer, after all. I’m still in the process of getting to know you, so I might not be as thoughtful as he is."

Silas looked at her, his tone earnest. "But I can learn. Whatever other boyfriends can’t give you, I will. And whatever other boyfriends *can* give you, I’ll give you even more."

"Alright, then. Go ahead." Celia’s eyes were smiling as she adjusted his mask for him. "Don’t go too far. Come back soon."

Silas stood up and scanned the area. His eyes landed on a shop that was nearby and looked the most high-end, and he started walking toward it.

In the distance, Quinn Sinclair and a slender, refined-looking man were also heading toward the food stalls.

Celia was in a less crowded spot, and she was stunningly beautiful. Combined with the proud air that came from being raised in the lap of luxury by Kian Sterling, Quinn spotted her almost instantly amidst the boisterous crowd.

"Second Brother," she said, reflexively tugging on the man’s sleeve and egging him on. "There’s that girl who made you so ’infatuated.’ Aren’t you going to say hello?"