Breaking His Cold Heart Chapter 02

Breaking His Cold Heart Chapter 02

If the stars of such a scandalous and explosive scene had been anyone else, the screams would have surely flipped the yacht over.

But this was Silas Vane.

The entire room fell into a deathly silence, everyone too terrified to even breathe.

Only the Barrage subtitle Feed was going absolutely wild:

[WTF? What is our lead doing??? Is she using the cold Saint to make Asher jealous? Is this revenge for him hooking up with his “bro” right in front of her?]

[No way a typical angst-novel lead has that kind of game. Vivienne’s character is supposed to be a pure, innocent little rabbit. Her bikini was ruined, so she’s probably just feeling helpless. She went to the Saint because she thinks he’s so cold and upright enough to be safe.]

[+1 to the person above. Asher’s scumbag friends look like they want to devour her alive. Only the Saint seems cold and upright enough to be safe.]

[Safe? Laughing my ass off, this is literally walking into the lion’s den! If the Saint’s seal actually gets broken, I can’t even imagine what happens next… hehehe…]

[The Saint is totally faking it! He’s obviously been holding it in forever, yet he’s acting so detached. If we didn’t know he only showed up today for Vivienne, we’d actually be fooled by him.]

[Hilarious. Look at him—all chanting, meditating, and clutching those prayer beads. Later on, the leads push him so far that he completely blackens. He’s even got a solid gold birdcage and ankle shackles hidden away in private~]

[Vivienne, girl, please consider the Saint! Sob… his face might be cold, but he’s hot everywhere else! His lips are stiff, but other parts of him are even stiffer!]

[Someone get the person above some pants. This is a comment section, not an R-rated fanfic zone.]

My eyes went wide as I read, and I swallowed hard.

I glanced down at the man pinned beneath me.

He possessed the kind of god-tier beauty that could command an entire room—fair skin, clear, shallow eyes.

He possessed an aura of icy detachment that felt entirely otherworldly.

Could he really like someone?

And that someone was me?

Barrage subtitle, you better not be lying to me.

As our eyes met, Silas seemed to snap out of it like he’d been hit by an electric shock, and his instinct was to push me away.

Steeling my heart, I let out a soft whimper and clung to Silas even tighter.

I pressed against his chest, trembling slightly.

I pleaded with a sob in my voice:

“Please… Mr. Vane, don’t… don’t look at me…”

Silas’s hands froze instantly.

A hazy mist clouded his clear eyes.

A brilliant red flush rapidly stained his pale cheeks, spreading all the way to his ears until it felt like it would explode.

Oh ho.

I keenly felt a certain change right where we were pressed together.

I gave a seemingly accidental nudge, letting my curves brush against his hardness.

Silas’s breath hitched, and his abs pulled tight.

His size seemed quite impressive.

I couldn’t have been more satisfied!

On the surface, however, I widened my doe-like eyes in feigned horror, biting my lip in distress:

“M-Mr. Vane… how could you…”

Silas’s gaze darkened. He reached out, grabbed a nearby beach towel, and draped it over me.

Even as he sat up, I remained nestled firmly in his arms.

Mmm, his core strength is incredible.

His waist power… is also top-tier.

Clearly, the Barrage subtitle agreed:

[He just propped the lead up with him so effortlessly! That waist strength, that alpha energy… if he was holding her while standing up… I can’t even imagine how good that would be!]

[Stop, he’s probably losing it right now. Vivienne is so soft, so fair, so curvy, and they are literally skin-to-skin. The Saint must be seriously regretting wearing clothes today.]

[Silas Vane’s epitaph a hundred years from now: My greatest regret in this life was wearing a white shirt to a bikini party.]

Despite his body being rigid with tension and his ears burning hot, Silas’s gaze remained icy.

It was as if he were looking at something filthy that had stained him.

If it weren’t for the Barrage subtitle and Little Silas’s enthusiasm.

I wouldn’t have dared to get close to him.

Hah, what a poser.

I didn’t pull away. Instead, I looped my arms around his neck.

I leaned in, pressing my lips against his cherry-pink mouth in a hungry kiss.

The man’s heartbeat suddenly thundered against me.

Beneath the towel, the hand gripping my waist tightened abruptly.

The force was so great it felt as though he wanted to crush me into his very soul…