My Snake Lord Suitor Chapter 04

My Snake Lord Suitor Chapter 04

I curled up on the couch scrolling my phone, the serpent nested comfortably against my torso.

It twirled strands of my hair with the sharp tip of its tail until it grew tired, then fell fast asleep atop me.

I took advantage of its slumber to pull up my message thread with Jasper.

He’d blown up my inbox nonstop after failing to reach me by phone.

[Clara, pick up my calls.]

[I’ll buy you a full Elara Fine Jewelry collection if you hand the serpent back to me.]

[Name any luxury vehicle you want, I’ll purchase it for you instantly.]

I glanced down at the devoted, wealthy serpent curled against my ribs.

I had zero intention of returning him to Jasper.

I typed a single question into the chat box.

“What’s your great-uncle’s full name?”

Jasper’s reply came flying, panicked.

[Did he shift into human form around you?]

He erased the line right after sending it.

Messages poured in one after another, rapid-fire.

[Clara, is the serpent alright? Has anything weird happened at your place?]

[I’ve replayed everything I said earlier, I spoke harshly without thinking. You’re beautiful, I lied about your looks out of stupid pride.]

[Don’t trust that serpent, he’s not who he seems.]

[Stay far away from him, please.]

[I’m begging you.]

[I’ve realized every mistake I made.]

[Tell me your address, I’ll rush over right now.]

The holographic overlays lit up the room with excitement.

[Jasper’s desperate enough to badmouth his own great-uncle!]

[The regretful suitor arc officially kicks off now.]

I didn’t want anything to do with Jasper anymore.

Silas’s quiet devotion beat Jasper’s shallow grand gestures by a mile.

Jasper never shared Silas’s name, but information on Thorne Global Conglomerate’s top executive was easy to find online.

Silas Thorne’s professional profile popped up on my screen, stacked with endless impressive credentials and photographs of his striking features, just as handsome as Jasper, if not more.

He carried a mature, grounded air in every shot, pale skin offset by a Tailored Charcoal Wool Business Suit and Thin Gold Wire Spectacles.

A faint, distant smile lingered on his face, cold yet magnetic.

Social media users flooded his comment sections calling him Daddy nonstop.

I struggled to connect the poised corporate figure to the clingy serpent curled asleep against me.

The floating overlays hadn’t misled me, after all.

I kept scrolling through his photos, captivated by his good looks.

The serpent stirred awake without me noticing, lifting its head to stare at the screen alongside me, nodding in quiet approval.

My feed algorithm pulled up photos of other mature male elites next.

I muttered a quick “He’s attractive too” as I tapped the thumbnail.

The serpent rammed its head hard against the phone screen, shoving the image off display.

It hadn’t caught on that I knew his real identity yet, and it acted utterly shameless.

It nudged the screen back to Silas’s profile, shyly twisting its tail around my wrist, urging me to keep looking at his human form.

I couldn’t resist teasing him a little to see how he’d react.

“Silas is incredibly handsome.”

Its tail wiggled happily against my palm.

I added another line, teasing him further.

“I think that other man in the photo is better looking, though.”

The serpent went rigid all at once.

Its vertical slit pupils dulled completely, and it flopped flat onto the couch, unmoving for three full seconds.

It slithered off into a shadowed corner afterward.

I crept over to peek.

It was crying, small clear tears slid down his black scales.

I poked its body lightly with one finger.

It coiled into a tight ball, refusing to acknowledge my presence.

I poked it again, and it cried harder, larger tears pooling beneath its head.

Overlay text rolled in.

[First he finds out the woman he’s loved since childhood dated his own great-nephew. Now she thinks another man is hotter—Silas’s heart is broken into pieces.]

He didn’t stay upset for long.

He pulled himself together and slithered back into my lap, his body trembling like a quiet sigh, resigned yet unwilling to stay away from my warmth.

A twinge of guilt hit me.

I held the serpent close and spoke softly.

“After thinking it over, Silas is far more handsome than anyone else.”

He lifted his head to meet my gaze, then buried his face back against my shirt, fresh tears welling up again.

I made a mental note to never tease him like that again.