Chapter 1705

Dinnertime arrived, and the four of them were famished. To celebrate Silas and Rose's newfound

romance, they decided to visit Belbanks’ most renowned local restaurant.

Jasper took the wheel while Alyssa sat next to him in the front passenger seat. They allowed Silas

and Rose to claim the backseat. After all, they just got together. It was understandable that they

would be all over each other.

Alyssa and Jasper, however, couldn't help but avoid the rearview mirror. The only sounds reaching

them were occasional smacks.

"Ouch, Rosie," Silas winced, rubbing his hand. "Can you be a little lighter? I am your husband, you

know." His playful tone made it clear he wasn't bothered by their audience.

Despite the playful pain, his affection was evident.

"Whose permission did you think you had to let your hands wander like that? Quite bold of you,

isn't it?"

Silas tightened his embrace around Rose's waist, sending a warm flush creeping up her cheeks. As

Rose nestled against his chest, a wave of captivation washed over him, deeper than before.

The man hugged Rose rightly by her waist. Her face was blushed. A sweet-smelling lady was glued

to his chest; it was undeniably captivating.

"Besides, you're my boyfriend, not my husband.”

"Is there a difference? Are you saying there's a chance for someone else if I don't behave?" Silas’

warm breath tickled her ear as he squeezed her waist.

Rose playfully challenged him, tilting her chin up. "We'll see about that, mister. It might not be you if

you keep this up.”

"I dare you, Rosie."

Silas leaned in and kissed Rose fervently, parting her lips with his tongue, and enveloping her in his

embrace.

Rose was taken aback and flushed with embarrassment. Though she considered pushing him away,

Silas’ passionate kiss left her unable to resist. She averted her gaze, her fingers trembling as they

curled around his necktie.

With a soft tug, their tongues danced together with increasing intensity.

Silas whispered in her ear, "You can't think about anyone else. It's only me in your future.”

Though meant as a jest, Silas couldn't shake off the possessive fury burning in his eyes.

Only God could comprehend the sting of jealousy that Silas felt as he watched the intimacy

between Jasper and Alyssa, or the flirtatious exchanges between Jonah and Julien.

Even in his dreams, Rose's face haunted him, turning his desires into lustful fantasies.

Now that he had won her heart and tasted the sweetness of their relationship, he yearned for her

intensely, feeling addicted to her presence. He was unwilling to be away from her for even one

second.

As Silas and Rose kissed passionately, Alyssa and Jasper remained silent, not daring to turn their

heads or speak.

Arriving at the restaurant's basement parking, Jasper let out a long sigh, his forehead glistening with

sweat.

"You're sweating buckets,” Alyssa remarked, wiping his face with a tissue from her purse. "I told you,

my brother looks serious on the surface, but lustful within. By day, he was a normal man. But by

night, he was like an animal on the heat.”

"Both of you are definitely siblings, alright. Only you would dare to say this because you're his

sister.”

Jasper grabbed her hand and placed it on his chest. "However, I understand how Silas feels.

"Back then, when you chose to accept me once again, I was overwhelmed with joy," Jasper

confessed. "I could only think about..."

"Hush! Stop it!"

Alyssa tiptoed and pressed a kiss on his lips. "I know where your thoughts are headed," she teased.

"We've just arrived, and you have other plans in mind, don't you?"

"Alright, I'll behave,” Jasper agreed with a playful smirk before returning her kiss. "We'll pick up

where we left off once we're back home."

The luxurious private room overflowed with an array of mouthwatering dishes.

Silas, a true food enthusiast, wasted no time in diving into the culinary delights before him. With

potatoes disappearing rapidly into his eager mouth, it was evident that no one at the table was a

stranger to his voracious appetite. So engrossed was he in his meal that he wouldn't even have

noticed if someone had slipped away from the table unnoticed.

Rose laughed heartily as she filled Silas’ plate as if treating him like a child.