A Mix-up Made Me His Enemy's Woman novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92

When Silas had walked by their private room earlier, he saw Noah and Bethany together.

The sight of it alone nearly drove him mad with jealousy.

So, this was the business dinner she’d talked about? What was she doing, having dinner with her former boyfriend?

Silas still retained some of his senses and didn’t storm inside to claim his stake on Bethany.

Sitting nearby, Callan saw the sulky look on Silas‘ face and sighed. “Silas is in a mood today.”

Oscar pursed his lips. “Callan, who knows what’s bothering him this time? He’s been in a mood ever since he got married.”

Silas ignored Oscar’s sarcastic remarks and shared a drink with Callan. “Thanks for your help last time.”

Callan grinned calmly. He was just hanging out with his friends tonight. So, a drink or two wasn’t a problem. He had barely finished his drink when Noah opened the door, radiating an air of menace.

“What do you want, Silas?”

Noah never thought Callan would be here, too. The latter was the chief of police, and Noah had to pay Callan the respect his position deserved.

“Mr. Osborn, it’s been a long time.”

A faint smile curved at Callan’s lips. “It’s rare for the old group to come together like this.”

Silas sneered. “He’s not a part of our group.”

If anything, he and Noah were bitter rivals. Still, they did grow up in the same social circle. That much was true. Callan smiled calmly. “Enough. Do me a favor and not bicker with him. Come on, let’s share a drink with Mr. Vazquez.”

He then poured Noah a glass, hoping to keep tonight’s gathering from turning ugly.

Oscar’s lips twitched. Only he knew the truth about everything, and he wanted no part in it.

“Callan, let them drink by themselves.”

The last thing he wanted was for Callan to be dragged into Silas and Noah’s little feud.

Silas grinned sarcastically and rose with his wine glass in hand. “Fine. Since Mr. Osborn has spoken, I’ll share a drink with you, Noah.”

Noah’s lips twitched slightly. He reluctantly grabbed his wine glass and drank from it, intending to leave immediately afterward.

Surprisingly, Silas just happened to pour his entire glass of wine on his shirt.

Tension instantly filled the private room. Even Oscar dropped his jaw out of sheer disbelief.

Noah was soaked to the skin, and his expression darkened.

“Silas, what do you think you’re doing?”

Silas slowly set his wine glass down on the table before shrugging. “I’m sorry. It slipped from my hand. Here, I’ll wipe it for you.”

As he came closer, he drove his clenched fist toward Noah’s right cheek, landing the punch hard and fast.

He had been wanting to do this since he saw Noah harassing Bethany and pushing the drinks her way. Silas had zero tolerance for people messing with his wife.

Noah didn’t see the attack coming at all. Before he knew what happened, Silas was already pouncing on him. He was quickly pinned to the floor before getting absolutely wrecked.

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Not wanting this incident to make it to the headlines tomorrow, Callan immediately ordered his assistant to break up the fight.

Noah finally came to his senses and tried to fight back, but Callan held him back.

“Noah, do me a favor and stay down. We’ll all lose if this incident blows up.”

Noah ripped his tie off, anger etched across his face. “Mr. Osborn, am I supposed to just take this?”

He pointed a finger at Silas‘ face and snarled, “Silas, what the fuck is wrong with you? What have I ever done to you?”

Silas sneered. “Just seeing you irritates me. You got a problem with that?”

The two were practically at each other’s throats now.

Before they could fight again, Callan gave Oscar a look, and the latter quickly dragged Silas out of the private room.

Callan said in a comforting tone, “Noah, calm down. Do me a solid and let this go.”

Noah lashed out at a chair, kicking it hard, before storming out of the room. Naturally, he would never go back to his dinner with Bethany when he looked like this.

Oscar didn’t stop until he had shoved Silas into a car. “You’re out of your damn mind! How could you actually start a fight with Noah?”

Silas looked at his slightly swelled knuckles and suddenly said, “Hit me.”

Oscar was puzzled, to say the least. “Good grief. You really are insane.”

Silas grabbed Oscar’s hand and brought it hard against the corner of his lips. He even checked his face in the rearview mirror

after.

“Okay. This’ll do.”

A subtle mark would be enough.

“Alright. Take me home now.”

No one troubled Bethany after that. Ever since Noah left the private room, everyone relaxed, and they managed to have a

wonderful dinner.

Easton and the others consumed alcohol, so they each hailed a cab home.

As for Bethany, she had merely drank a glass of wine and already felt a little tipsy. She was scrolling on her phone when a pop -up notification caught her attention.

“The Brennans and the Vazquezes: The Bitter Rivals at Each Other’s Throats Again?”

Bethany’s heart instantly clenched. Did Silas and Noah come to blows?

She sat up straight. According to the news article, Noah provoked Silas first, and the latter was forced to defend himself. They were evenly matched and had to be pulled apart.

The article was written so vividly that it felt like she was right there as it went down.

Bethany told the driver to pick up the speed. She was worried that Silas would punch Noah for her sake.

In the past, she would’ve thought that such a notion was narcissistic. However, Silas‘ assistant was clearly taunting Noah earlier that night. As such, it was hard for her to think otherwise.

Bethany anxiously rushed upstairs, only to see that Silas‘ bedroom was dark.

Where did he go? Didn’t he come home?

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