A Reborn Bride Pearl Emerging from Dust novel Chapter 682

Silas didn’t say a word. He just quietly lay down in the middle spot.

The bed was decently big, but for four grown men? It was still a bit of a squeeze.

But since they insisted, he couldn’t really refuse. He just wanted them to be happy with him.

Even though, honestly, he had no idea what they were planning.

Once Silas lay down, Quentin turned off the lights.

At first, Silas lay flat on his back, but after a while, he started to feel uncomfortable. He rolled over and turned his head, only to be greeted by a pale face, eerily lit up by the glow of a phone screen, making the features look almost ghostly.

He jumped a little, startled, but kept silent. He glanced at Norton, gave him a polite smile, and rolled away, only to find himself face-to-face with Quentin, who was staring at him, lost in thought.

Silas sighed internally and turned over again, this time lying flat on his back, eyes fixed on the ceiling. He stayed perfectly still, almost like a statue.

That night, Silas had no idea when or how he finally fell asleep.

All he knew was that he was smooshed in the middle, barely daring to move an inch, afraid he’d wake the guys on either side of him.

Of course, the others didn’t seem to care. They tossed and turned as much as they pleased, leaving Silas frozen in place.

Honestly, it was sheer force of will that kept him together. He’d never shared a bed with another guy before, let alone three of them at once.

When Silas finally woke up, it was already morning.

Not that he woke up on his own, he had no clue how he’d slept so deeply. It was Julius who woke him up, apparently startled out of a nightmare.

Julius woke with a yell, then looked over and saw a guy next to him, which made him yelp even louder.

It wasn’t until his second shout that he realized who it was.

Quentin and Norton both sat up groggily, still half-asleep.

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