Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 797

The gentleman released her with a grace that seemed almost out of place in the modest living room, his eyes flicking to the broom Marguerite held in her hands. A chuckle escaped him as he asked, "Thought you had a burglar on your hands?"

Marguerite nodded earnestly in response.

His smile deepened, amusement clear in his voice. "What kind of burglar breaks in only to cook dinner?"

With that, he turned and left the room. Marguerite, curiosity getting the better of her, dropped the broom and followed him into the dining room. The sight that greeted her was a simple yet comforting spread of three dishes and a soup, with a steaming bowl of porridge taking pride of place at the head of the table.

"You shouldn't take your medicine on an empty stomach. Go ahead, eat."

Finding Silas in her home was surprising enough, but the fact that he had cooked for her was utterly unexpected.

She didn't ask him to leave. Instead, she took a seat at the table, her curiosity piqued. "You haven't told me, how did you get in?"

"Typed in the code."

you know my

from the coffee table and took out

as glancing at her. "You punched it in yesterday when I was here. Hard

was taken aback. "You watched me on

her gaze, Silas's eyes twinkled with mischief. "Watch your words. Your code was all sixes

a complex password, confident in her apartment's security system. Little did she expect to attract such

argue, she focused on her porridge, but Silas's next words, light yet reprimanding, reached her ears. "A woman living alone with no sense of security. Next time a burglar comes in, you won't even know

look was full of defiance.

playing along. "Yes, I

Marguerite's irritation and petulance dissipated. She remembered something Frederick had written in his letter—something about being a spy, desiring

of Frederick in Silas, and her heart ached with

leaving the rest of

of these, three