CHAPTER 48: CHAPTER 48: DIDN’T YOU CALL ME HUSBAND? CALL ME AGAIN, HMM?

Clara’s face turned red as she hastily hung up the phone.

"Silas, when did you come back?"

"I just got back not long ago." Silas Sheffield had just finished showering, his robe hanging loosely to reveal his clavicle and chest.

Clara could even see the tiny water droplets on his chest.

He took a few steps forward, walking from his room door to Clara’s door, gently pressing Clara against the wall.

"What did you just call me?"

His voice was hoarse, with his wet hair still dripping with water, an indescribable sexiness.

Clara was trapped in his embrace, the water droplets from his hair falling onto her.

At such a close distance, with their skin touching, Clara could even feel the heat emanating from his body.

Her face instantly flushed as if it would drip blood.

"I...I didn’t call anything..."

"Really?" Silas lowered his head, pressing even closer to Clara’s body, his scorching breath making her ears tingle with numbness.

At this moment, Clara’s phone rang.

Isaac Sutton called back.

Silas glanced at it, took Clara’s phone, and directly turned it off.

He stuffed the phone back into Clara’s bag, his hoarse, magnetic voice seemingly carrying a kind of enchanting magic, "Didn’t you call me husband? Call it again, hmm?"

Clara’s face was embarrassingly red, her breath seemed to stall.

Silas was so good at teasing.

She was about to lose her ability to resist.

The heat source pressed against her, Clara’s body trembled with excitement, and she spoke in a magical moment: "Hu... husband..."

Silas’s eyes darkened, his Adam’s apple rolled as he grabbed Clara’s chin and fiercely kissed her lips.

Clara was pressed against the wall like this, the kiss fell like a sudden storm.

Clara couldn’t hold up, her small hands grabbing chaotically.

Swish.

The man’s already loose robe was pulled down by her, exposing defined abs.

Water droplets slid down the man’s abdominal muscles.

Clara’s eyes widened instantly, her hands pressed against the man’s bare chest, stammering: "Sorry...I...I didn’t mean to..."

Silas’s robe was pulled down to his waist, fortunately, the belt was tight enough that the robe didn’t completely fall off.

Silas chuckled lowly, lifted his robe, his eyes deep as ink full of passion, staring directly at Clara.

"Even if it’s intentional, it’s okay."

Clara was about to say something.

Suddenly, she felt a dizzying spin, and her body was lifted next.

Silas picked her up horizontally.

In panic, Clara instinctively hooked her arms around Silas’s neck.

The man carried Clara into his bedroom in a princess hug.

The door closed.

With every step Silas took, Clara’s heartbeat quickened a beat.

His bed was large and soft.

Clara lay on the bed, and the man leaned down to kiss her.

The tender kisses fell on her face, neck, and collarbone like raindrops.

Stirring Clara’s body’s excitement.

Silas’s hand unbuttoned Clara’s coat.

Seeing things about to escalate.

Clara suddenly panicked, holding down the man’s hand, "I...I haven’t bathed yet..."

The man’s voice was hoarse and sexy, "It’s fine."

"I..." Clara stammered, blushing, "I’m not ready yet..."

Silas paused, stopped his movements.

Clara quickly sat up, tidied her hair and clothes, "Sorry, Silas...I..."

"It’s fine." Silas became a little clearer, his eyes gradually clear, "I acted rashly."

Clara bit her lip, speaking a little embarrassedly, "It’s not that, it’s my issue. I haven’t experienced it, so..."

Clara’s almond eyes were pure, reflecting Silas’s stunning visage.

Silas reached out and gently rubbed Clara’s hair, his lips curling into a comforting, shallow smile, "Wait until you’re ready."

He looked at her as if seeing a treasure.

Clara felt it.

Her heart rippled gently.

Silas respected her, cherished her.

Clara felt sweet and shy, emotions buried deep in her heart many years ago were effortlessly stirred by Silas.

This time, her feelings for him came more intensely and surgingly.

...

Isaac Sutton, seeing Clara Sterling take the initiative to call him, hope sparked in his heart, thinking Clara Sterling had a change of heart.

He was so excited that his hands trembled.

But after answering, Clara Sterling scolded him harshly without another word.

And fiercely said she would get her husband to deal with him.

Before Isaac Sutton could react, the other end hurriedly hung up.

Isaac Sutton called back, but it rang a few times before being hung up.

Calling again showed the phone was off.

Isaac Sutton held the phone, puzzled.

What does this mean?

Specifically call to scold him, warn him not to harass, and threaten to get her husband to deal with him.

"Ha, Clara Sterling, you’ve grown bold." Isaac Sutton muttered, his face grim.

He bowed his head and edited a message to send over.

[Let him come, I’m not afraid.]

That man stole his woman, he’s waiting for a confrontation, if that man really dares to approach him, Isaac Sutton will make him pay the price!

...

Next morning, Clara brought two important documents to Julian Hawthorne for signing.

She knocked on the door, "Knock knock knock."

"Come in."

Clara pushed the door open and walked in, suddenly pausing, then quickened her pace to run over.

"President Hawthorne, what’s wrong?"

Julian Hawthorne looked pale, brows furrowed, seemingly enduring pain.

"Nothing." Julian Hawthorne smiled weakly, "My stomach is acting up from drinking coffee on an empty stomach."

"Wait a moment, I have medicine."

Clara placed the documents on the table, hurriedly returned to her workstation and opened the drawer.

There were some stomach medicines inside.

She used to often skip breakfast due to rush from part-time jobs, irregular meals leading to stomach issues.

Sometimes an empty stomach would lead to acids, food not digesting causing bloating, pain, or even acute gastritis from spicy foods.

Overall, her stomach wasn’t good.

So she kept several kinds of stomach medicines in her drawer.

Julian Hawthorne’s stomach pain was from drinking coffee on an empty stomach.

Clara took the corresponding stomach medicine.

"President Hawthorne, take two of these," Clara handed the medicine, "Chew them."

Julian Hawthorne glanced at the medicine box, reached out to take it, "Thank you."

"You’re welcome." Clara instinctively reminded, "President Hawthorne, with a bad stomach, you shouldn’t drink coffee on an empty stomach."

Julian Hawthorne paused, looked up at her, showing a gentle, sickly smile on his pale face, "I’ll remember."

Clara nodded, pointed to the documents on the desk, "These two need your signature, review them when you have time."

"Alright."

Clara exited the office.

Julian Hawthorne took two pills, gazed at the medicine box for a few seconds, then put it in the drawer and began reviewing the documents.