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

up the medicine box from the coffee table and took

checking Marguerite's temperature without so much as glancing at her. "You punched it in yesterday when I was

taken aback. "You watched

her gaze, Silas's eyes twinkled with mischief. "Watch your words.

confident in her apartment's

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

defiance. "The burglar

along. "Yes, I am that

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

the umpteenth time, she found traces of Frederick in Silas, and her heart ached with

rest of the dishes untouched

instructing, "Take two of these, three of those,