Chapter 7 Who Is She

Luna opened her eyes, feeling disoriented. Her body was immersed in cold water, making her uncomfortable even in her numbed state.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a man standing beside the bathtub, his back to her. She struggled to her feet and reached out, slipping her arms around his waist.

Malcolm thought he was imagining the woman's movements, but he soon realized he wasn't.

Frowning, Silas turned to see Malcolm rooted to his spot, dazed. He turned to block Luna's body.

"Turn around," Silas said, livid with rage.

Malcolm obeyed, as if sleepwalking.

Silas looked down at the hands on his waist, pursed his lips in annoyance, and pushed her hands away before his discomfort forced him to do something he would regret.

He turned around and pulled Luna out of the bathtub, wrapping her in a bath towel and sweeping her up into his arms.

Luna felt the pleasantness of the man's skin on her face and nuzzled into it subconsciously.

"Mmm..."

The more Luna rubbed against the man, the more aroused she felt. She couldn't help but groan with pleasure.

Silas could hardly contain himself when Luna was wriggling against his chest like this.

His handsome face twisted as he loosened his grip. Luna fell heavily to the floor.

He ran back to the toilet and vomited again.

Malcolm was stunned, unable to grasp what was happening.

He saw that Luna's legs were still bleeding. She twisted uncomfortably as her legs rubbed against each other.

He sighed and walked over to her, kneeling down to her level and holding her arm as he emptied an injection into her. Only then did she finally calm down.

Once Silas had recovered enough, he saw Malcolm tending to Luna's wound, his fingers skillfully tying the gauze in a bow. Silas' mouth twitched.

"Wow! You are cruel, man!"

Malcolm said without looking up. His hands worked briskly as he spoke, his voice devoid of any pity or compassion for Luna.

Silas ignored him. Instead, he picked up his phone and dialed a number.

"Send some women's pajamas and a dress. I want the clothes to be loose. Also, don't forget to send some underwear."

Malcolm looked up just in time to see Silas' ears turn red. He quickly lowered his head and looked at Luna's face carefully.

She was pretty. There were so many beautiful women out there. He wondered what made this one so special.

Silas hung up and slumped into the sofa, exhausted.

Malcolm followed him and sat down on the chair opposite him.

"Who is she?"

Silas put his legs up on the tea table, leaning back lazily. His shirt was wide open, water droplets glistening on his skin, giving him an air of irresistible charm.

Malcolm's lips curled as he watched Silas and thought, 'He is a gorgeous man indeed!'

"I felt something. I think I had an erection."

Malcolm had just taken a sip of tea. At these words, the tea spurted out of his mouth and onto Silas' face.

He blushed, coughing violently. Silas rose from his seat and Malcolm hurriedly followed, trying to regain his composure.

"This woman is so seductive, she can give everyone an erection. Wait, what did you just say? Did you say you had an erection?"

Malcolm asked anxiously, following Silas into the bathroom.

But Silas said nothing. He continued to splash water on his face for a long time.

He finally stopped, clutching the edge of the basin before turning around, grabbing a towel, and wiping his face. Malcolm was staring at Silas' crotch, his eyes bright.

Silas frowned and threw the towel at Malcolm's face.

Malcolm grinned as he swatted the towel off his face, his bright eyes still fixed on Silas.

"Do you want the experience of being blind?"

Silas said sternly before taking off his wet shirt, turned on his heel, and walked out of the bathroom.

Malcolm followed him all the way out, never taking his eyes off him.

Bang!

The door behind the bookshelf slammed shut in Malcolm's face, leaving his nose stinging. He rubbed it grumpily as he mumbled, "Tut, tut. You are heartless!"

He didn't believe that Silas would allow a woman to sleep in the room next to his.

Of course, Malcolm knew that the two rooms were secretly connected via a hidden doorway.

He had slept in this room before.

At that time, he was sitting on the sofa, drinking water, when Silas emerged from the corner, almost scaring him to death.

Knock! Knock!

The sudden knock on the door brought Malcolm back to the present.

He shook his head, walked to the door, and opened it to find the servant standing there with the clothes. He took them from her and was about to close the door when Silas' voice sounded from behind him.

"Come in."

Malcolm turned around to find that Silas had appeared again and was striding towards the sofa.

The servant followed Silas carefully and stopped by the sofa, trembling.

She glanced at the strange man wearing a silver mask, confused.

Silas bent down and picked Luna up off the floor and into his arms, his gloved hands holding her tightly. He threw the servant a cold glance as he passed by her and said, "Follow me."

The servant hurried after him into the room and was even more confused to see Silas put the woman down on the floor.

"Take off her clothes, put her on the bed, and then dress her. Pay attention to the wounds on her legs," Silas ordered.

"Yes, sir," the servant said and got to work.

Malcolm sat on the sofa, waiting for Silas to reemerge and continue what he had been saying.

But Silas merely came out of his room, pushed open the bookshelf in the corner, and went into the next room again.

Malcolm looked on, slack-jawed.

A few minutes later, the servant walked out of the room quietly, and closed the door.

She bowed to Malcolm, who waved a hand, as if to grant her leave.

Half an hour later, Silas, dressed in off-white pajamas, walked out, his hair glistening from a shower.

Malcolm scrunched his nose but was not surprised at Silas' behavior.

He followed Silas into the next room, unable to stand it anymore.

"Did you just masturbate?"

Silas had had enough. He picked up an ashtray and threw it at Malcolm.

Malcolm raised a hand in time and caught it, amusement dawning in his eyes.

Silas shook his head, frowning, as they sat down on the sofa. They said nothing for a while.

Total silence descended in the room.

Malcolm waiting patiently, without urging Silas, although God knew he wanted to.

It was a while before Silas' voice sounded again.

"It only lasted for a short moment when I carried her out of the bathroom."