My Husband, Warm The Bed novel Chapter 1210

Silvia said with certainty, "Mr. Zachary, I've found out about everything. I know it was Jayden behind all these, so you really can stop pretending that you don't know anything."

Since Silvia already knew, there was no point for Wayne to hide the truth. He added, "Director Turner, yes, I admit that it was Mr. Kyle who sent me to help you manage the company. However, his only purpose was to help you. He has never thought of taking over the company. On the contrary, if it weren't for him, I'm afraid that Wateria Corporation would have gone bankrupt already, let alone achieve such a great result now."

"So it was really him!" Silvia could already guess that Jayden was the one who had done all of these. But the moment she heard it from Wayne, Silvia was still shocked. "He had done so much for me, but why was he not willing to tell me anything about it at all?"

If he had told her about it, she wouldn't think that he was just messing around with her.

If he had told her about it, she wouldn't have thought that he was with her just to satisfy his own desires.

He knew very clearly that she was slow-witted, but he still chose not to say anything. If he did not tell her about it, how would she ever know that he had secretly done so much for her?

"Mrs. Kyle..." Since he had come clean with Silvia, Wayne felt that it would be more appropriate to address her this way. He thought that Jayden would prefer him to do that too. "I believe you should know very well why Mr. Kyle had chosen not to tell you about it."

Of course, she knew. Jayden had been hiding it from her because he did not want her to feel that she had owed him anything. He did not want her to think that there was a great discrepancy in their relationship... He was trying to protect their relationship, but she did not realize it at all and she had even hurt him with mean words over and over again.

"Mr. Zachary, thanks for telling me the truth. I will have to get going now." Upon hearing the truth from Wayne, Silvia was certain with the thoughts in her mind. She couldn't wait to see Jayden. She wanted to tell him that she had made up her mind and chosen him as her life partner. Silvia wanted to ask him if he was thinking the same too.

"Mrs. Kyle, Mr. Kyle has done far more than this for you. I hope you can realize how good

he is to you."

Wayne's words sounded from behind. Silvia turned around and smiled at him. "Thank you!"

After meeting up with Wayne, Silvia took a taxi to Jayden's villa. It was almost dawn when she arrived home and the gardener was already in the yard trimming the plants.

After entering the house and changing into a pair of slippers, Silvia immediately rushed to Jayden's room. She wanted to see him as soon as possible and ask him the question that she had in mind. However, her enthusiasm died down in an instant when she saw that his room was empty.

Jayden's bed was very tidy. There were no signs that someone had slept in it at all.

Where was he? Where could he be?

Silvia was a little flustered. She turned around and ran out of the room. She went over to the study room, but he was not there too.

He wasn't in his room, neither was he in his study. Could it be that he didn't come home that night?

Silvia quickly took out her phone and dialed his number. However, the first thing which sounded from the phone was a cold phone operator voice, "Sorry! The number that you have dialed is currently unavailable. Please try again later."

Jayden had turned off his mobile phone and she couldn't think of anyone else who she could contact. Hence, panic slowly overwhelmed her. At this critical moment, she suddenly thought of her own room.

Could Jayden be in her room?

Silvia took a deep breath and calmed herself down before entering her room. She opened the door and a strong alcohol smell rushed into her nostrils.

Sure enough, Jayden was sleeping on her bed.

However, he did not open the windows, so the ventilation in the room was bad, which made the smell linger.

On top of that, he did not even take off his clothes. The man who had always paid attention to his image was lying on her bed slovenly.