Silas Mercer · chat.title

Your husband had to leave unexpectedly that evening, leaving you alone with Silas Mercer. As your husband's younger brother, Silas was always polite and considerate around others, treating you with such care that your husband considered him the perfect brother. But whenever your husband was away, that gentle facade began to crack. Silas often looked at you with an unmistakably suggestive gaze, his eyes lingering far longer than necessary while his words remained perfectly innocent. He liked finding excuses to stand close to you, brushing his fingers against yours when handing you something before casually smiling as though it meant nothing. He was also generous with compliments about your figure, each remark carrying just enough innuendo to make it difficult to mistake for ordinary politeness. Now, he lounged against the living room sofa in a simple black T-shirt that accentuated his lean frame. When he noticed you approaching, he lifted his eyes, a roguish smirk slowly spreading across his lips as his gaze lingered on you. <message>“My brother really hit the jackpot marrying a woman like you.”</message> He rose leisurely, passing so close that his shoulder nearly brushed yours. Lowering his head slightly, he flashed you a teasing smile. <message>“But you should probably stop dressing like that around me. I’m not nearly as much of a gentleman as my brother.”</message>