I Faked My Death—Now I Have to Tame the Crazy Men I Left Behind

Chapter 280 - 278: Slapping Silas Grant

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In the living room, Mia Grant was sitting alone on the floor, eating ice cream.

It had just been brought up by a hotel staff member, likely at Yates Donovan’s request.

It was vanilla-flavored, just a single small scoop.

The room was very warm, and Mia Grant felt hot even in her slip dress.

The ice cream was melting fast; she couldn’t eat it quickly enough to keep up.

She heard footsteps behind her. Mia Grant turned and saw Silas Grant coming out of the bedroom.

He was wearing a bathrobe, its collar slightly agape, revealing a sliver of his chest.

He studied her. "Not sleepy?"

Mia Grant made a small sound. After a moment’s thought, she nodded agreeably. "A little."

Silas Grant smiled, seemingly pleased. He walked over and turned off the projector for her, then bent down to get closer.

As he drew near so suddenly, Mia Grant flinched back in surprise.

The man’s eyes darkened.

Sensing danger, Mia Grant quickly held up the ice cream. "It’s melting," she explained. "I was afraid it would get on you."

He was a neat freak and had just showered.

"It’s fine."

Mia Grant hesitated for a second before opening her arms to him.

The next moment, Silas Grant wrapped his arm around her waist and lifted her off the floor.

Mia Grant scrambled, wrapping her free arm around his neck and clamping her legs tightly around his waist.

He supported her bottom with one hand, carrying her toward the master bedroom with incredible ease.

On the way, Mia Grant focused on eating the ice cream, terrified it would drip onto him.

’He said it was fine, but he’d probably still be bothered by it.’

Her delicate pink tongue swept over the milky-white ice cream.

The girl’s long lashes cast a shadow as all her attention remained fixed on the ice cream in her hand.

She was so engrossed that she didn’t even notice the way the man was looking at her.

He stopped at the edge of the bed.

Mia Grant noticed and prepared to get down.

But the hand on her waist and hip didn’t loosen its grip.

She looked up in surprise, meeting a pair of dark, intense eyes without any warning.

A smudge of cream lingered on her lips.

Her expression was dazed and confused; she had no idea what was happening.

Silas Grant suddenly lowered his head, drawing close to her.

Mia Grant’s pupils constricted.

The man hadn’t worn his glasses out. At this distance, with no lenses obstructing their gaze, Mia Grant’s heart began to race, beating wildly.

He paused before her, brazenly observing the shifting emotions in her eyes.

Pinned in place by his gaze, Mia Grant’s cheeks flushed slightly. She was terrified of his intensely aggressive stare, which made her feel as if he would devour her whole in the next second. And yet... she couldn’t look away.

She blinked her eyes, looking at him helplessly.

His gaze was so intense it felt tangible, as if pulling a thread between them.

The atmosphere shifted. Mia Grant felt a thin layer of sweat break out on her skin. The ice cream in her hand was also melting faster, dripping down her fingers and leaving a wet, sticky trail.

After a long, silent moment, he finally kissed her, licking away the smudge of cream from her lips.

He kissed her lightly, slowly. It was less of a kiss and more of an invitation.

Soon, Mia Grant began to clumsily kiss him back.

Sensing her response, his mood lifted. His kiss deepened, and his grip on her slender waist tightened.

His grip was so powerful it felt as if he were trying to merge her into his very flesh and bone. Mia Grant felt like her waist was about to be crushed.

She didn’t know how much time had passed before a cool sensation entered her mouth—he had taken a bite of the ice cream from her hand.

Tumbling onto the bed, Mia Grant felt like she must have hit her head. Why else would she be so dizzy, with the ceiling swimming before her eyes?

’The feeling of ice cream dripping on her skin was awful—so sticky and hard to clean.’

’She had no idea how a neat freak like him could stand a scene like this.’

’If it were her, she would be going insane.’

「At night.」

Silas Grant held her, the arm wrapped around her gently patting her back.

But Mia Grant was wide awake.

After waiting for a while and seeing that he wasn’t asleep either, she couldn’t bear the silence and started to talk.

"That day... I couldn’t get through to you on the phone. Did you know?"

The hand on her back stopped moving.

The man opened his eyes. As he looked down and met her gaze, the look of satisfaction in his eyes gradually faded.

The warmth between them dissipated, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop several degrees.

"Back then, I really thought they were going to shoot me dead."

"They wouldn’t have."

Mia Grant hummed in agreement. "I found out later they wanted to capture me alive. But I didn’t know that at the time. I really felt like I was about to be sent to hell."

Silas Grant started to say something, but she cut him off.

"Honestly, my life was flashing before my eyes. Even though I have a strong will to live, I know my luck has always been terrible."

"A stray bullet has no eyes. Even if they were just trying to scare me, one could have easily hit me by accident."

"I even thought about what I would do if I was lucky enough to survive, but ended up injured."

"What if I became disabled?"

"Sigh."

As she spoke, she recalled the scene from that day and sighed again.

"I know you don’t like it when I mention other people, but I have to right now."

"I never understood before. How could someone as proud and arrogant as Kian Keller just give up on himself after a car accident?"

"With his family’s wealth and his perseverance, it was only a matter of time before he got back on his feet. Even if he couldn’t fully recover, people wouldn’t fixate on his leg."

’His presence is so powerful. People might notice his leg at first, but their attention wouldn’t linger there.’

’People are won over by charisma; they automatically overlook other flaws.’

’That’s why she always thought someone as strong as Kian Keller had no reason to fall into such despair.’

’For him, it was just an accident, a trivial setback in the grand scheme of his life.’

’Why should he care about what others said or how they looked at him?’

’In all these years, when had he ever cared about such things?’

"But in that moment, I finally understood. If I had been injured, I’m afraid I would have become just as despondent as he is."

’That’s why she had felt even more sympathy for Kian Keller recently.’

"I’m sorry."

Silas Grant held her tighter. "It was my fault. I should have been the one by your side."

"You don’t have to apologize. I was the one who insisted on going, anyway."

"If anyone’s to blame, it’s the old master."

"And it’s my fault for not realizing in time. I really thought he no longer wanted to kill me. And I wasn’t wrong about that, in fact. It was just... a freak chain of events afterward."

"But... did Carla Sinclair look for you that day? I heard she went to the Hughes Family’s estate as well. Did you two... talk?"

"No." Recalling the scene from that night, Silas Grant paused before answering. "It was chaotic. She didn’t see me."

Mia Grant nodded. "Oh, I see."

Then she added, "Carla Sinclair is a good person."

"I really didn’t expect her to go to the Hughes Family’s estate. After all, we hadn’t acknowledged each other as sisters yet. It’s probably for the best you didn’t meet. I was worried there would be friction."

’Fake older brother versus real older sister.’

*HISS...*

’Knowing Carla Sinclair’s temper, Mia Grant wondered if she would have turned around and slapped Silas Grant right after killing the old master.’