As a man of action, Cecil went to the office the very next day.

Today, he had three objectives: first, give back the handkerchief; second, get Silas’s phone number; and lastly, create an opportunity for their next meeting.

With a plan in hand, he reached the floor where Louis’s company was located. When the elevator doors opened, the face of the man he least wanted to see appeared.

“What are you doing here?” Louis’s face twitched.

“I work here,” he replied with a slightly annoyed tone. “I’m not in the mood to entertain you today—”

Without waiting for Louis to finish, Cecil walked past him, leaving Louis standing next to the elevator with gritted teeth.

Although the encounter left Cecil slightly annoyed, it wasn’t enough to destroy his good mood. After all, he had been mentally prepared to see the other party.

Seeing the door to Silas’s office in front of him, Cecil became nervous.

His mind raced, thinking about the possibility that he had left a bad impression on Silas somewhere, but nothing came to mind.

He only showed off his wealth, which was a plus point, showed his dedication when chasing another person, saved his life, and showed Silas that he was capable of showing emotions and not some repressed guy. All in all, only positive things.

With a smile on his face, he politely knocked on the door and entered only when called.

See? Only good manners.

The first thing he saw upon entering the room was red. In the corner of the room on a desk stood a bouquet of flowers, although some of them were already hanging their heads, the owner still couldn’t bear to throw them away.

Cecil was stunned; the bouquet looked very familiar. He trusted that Silas would keep his word, so seeing the flowers here could only mean Louis didn’t want them.

The smile on his face dimmed. Louis really was blind.

“Sorry, I should have asked if it was okay for me to keep them, but I thought they were too beautiful to throw away.”

Still keeping his eyes on the flowers, Cecil slowly shook his head. “They had it better in your care.”

Finally, he turned around to meet Silas’s gaze, with a new smile on his face. “But next time, I’ll bring you your own bouquet to take care of. How about you throw it away? The flowers aren’t pretty anymore.”

“No. I still like them.” Cecil observed the soft look in Silas’s eyes when he looked at the flowers as if seeing something beautiful in these broken, ugly things.

“Besides—” he turned to Cecil, “these are the first flowers I got, so I need to cherish them until I get new ones.” He threw Cecil a playful smile.

Cecil’s mouth opened wide. This was the first time anyone responded so boldly to him, so he couldn’t find any words and only lowered his head in embarrassment.

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After clearing his throat to rid himself of the embarrassment, Cecil lifted his head again. Rummaging in his pocket, he finally found what he was looking for.

“Here.” He handed Silas his handkerchief. Seeing the other not respond, Cecil grew worried.

“It’s already washed, so it’s not dirty anymore if that’s why you’re hesitating.”

Silas hurriedly shook his head and reached out for the handkerchief. “Thank you.”

After a while, Silas pointed at the chair opposite him. Only then did Cecil realize that he was still standing in the middle of the room like an idiot.

“Ugh.” He quickly sat down.

As the silence between them grew, Cecil fumbled more and more with his fingers.

Watching this, Silas felt amused. He was really curious about what this little cutie had spun out now, so he waited, anticipating Cecil’s explanation.

But soon Silas couldn’t stand seeing Cecil so nervous, so he rescued the other.

He wanted to get up and get a glass of water to relax the situation, but as soon as he moved, Cecil stared at him.

Seeing his questioning eyes, Silas explained, “I just wanted to get some water.”

However, as soon as Cecil heard his words, he jumped up. “Sit back down; I’ll get it. I came in unannounced, so you shouldn’t have to cater to me.”

While getting the glass, Cecil chattered without pause. He hastily filled the glass and practically dashed towards Silas to give him the water. But in his haste, he stumbled over his own two feet and spilled the water.

Shocked, Cecil froze. Could he not do one simple thing right?

Slowly, he lifted his lowered head to see the whole extent of the mess he created, and then he froze again.

Silas’s white shirt was completely soaked through, making the thin fabric see-through. Since it was hot, the other man was not wearing a shirt underneath, making the shirt stick closely to his skin, painting every curve of his body with an alluring stroke.

Cecil could see everything. He felt like he was burning. But no matter how many times he told himself that staring was indecent, he couldn’t look away.

This man really had a beautiful body.

Silas, on the other hand, had a hard time containing a smile. Although wet clothes felt uncomfortable on the skin and he hated the feeling—especially since he had been wearing wet clothes far too often lately—he still just stood there and endured.

What was better than a beauty trap? Every man was a visual creature anyway. And judging by the reaction, it worked.

Sensing that the other party was slowly regaining thinking functions, Silas cleared his throat. “I’m going to the bathroom to dry myself.”

“Yeah.” Cecil replied dumbly.

Only after Silas had left and the sound of the door closing entered his brain did he recover.

Covering his face with his hands, Cecil squatted down.

How indecent! And what kind of brute stares at another’s body like that? What would Silas think of him?

But that body— Then thin body with a layer of muscle, the chest and that waist. It seemed rather small, but just right to grip—

Stop! What kind of pervert was he, thinking about his object of pursuit like a piece of flesh?

Cecil scolded himself. And now he was sitting in the office thinking about indecent things instead of helping Silas clean up the mess he had created.

So without a second thought, Cecil rushed to the bathroom to help Silas dry his clothes. But for the nth time, he froze as soon as he opened the door.

In the bathroom, Silas stood at the sink with his back facing him. He had taken off the wet shirt, and now his upper body was completely naked, leaving nothing to the imagination.

From behind, Cecil could see Silas’s back. The sight reminded him of the time they fell into the pool and his wet shirt made it possible to see his well-developed back muscles.

Thinking about it, it seems that Silas is always getting wet…

Cecil blushed. Now that sounded wrong—

It didn’t take long for Silas to notice the other person in the room, so he turned around to face him. “Ah, it’s you. I was worried that someone might come in and—”

But Cecil didn’t let Silas finish. With a swift motion, he took off his outer sweater and threw it to Silas.

“At least cover yourself! How can anyone be so indecent?” Cecil turned his burning face to the side, only to be met with Silas’s reflection in the mirror, where he could see the small waist, the well-formed chest, and the red points on it.

Then he made eye contact with Silas.

Silas could swear he had never seen someone lower their head faster.

With his gaze on the sink, something else caught his attention and a sudden flash of inspiration hit him.

So he turned back to Silas, snatched the other’s wet shirt, took his phone, and then his hand to unlock it. Then he swiftly entered his number into the other’s contacts and dialed his own phone.

All this without looking at Silas. He couldn’t let himself be charmed for a third time in a day. Where was his pride as a male?

After he was done with this series of actions, he put the phone down and with the shirt in his hand, ran away. “I’ll go clean up your office. Remember to put on the sweater so you don’t catch a cold.”

Then only a stunned Silas was still standing inside the bathroom.

After a while, Silas broke out laughing. How could anyone be so adorable?

With a smile on his face, he put on the sweater. It still had a bit of residual warmth sticking to it and, to his surprise, it was only a little short on the sleeves.

Thinking about it, it seemed to have been a bit on the oversized side.

Every time he moved, he could smell the scent of Cecil enveloping him, like a lover’s hug. It almost felt like the other was always with him. It felt very reassuring and safe.

While opening the door, another thought appeared in his mind.

Maybe he should make it a habit of wearing his cutie’s clothes.

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