Chapter 799

"Beauty marks?" Marguerite exclaimed, her brows raised in surprise. "You have a beauty mark too? But I swear I saw a scar!"

"Oh, that. I had it lasered off," the man replied nonchalantly, seemingly unfazed by her reaction. He couldn't comprehend why Marguerite was making such a big deal out of it.

Marguerite stood rooted to the spot, her gaze fixed on him, but he had already gotten up and was heading towards the kitchen. "I just whipped up some dinner. Have a bite before you go."

Following him into the kitchen, Marguerite found her emotions in turmoil.

If his eyes reminded her of Frederick, she could chalk it up to coincidence.

But how could she explain the precise match of the beauty mark?

Soon, the unique aroma of beef stew with potatoes wafted through the kitchen. Marguerite's stomach growled with hunger, yet she was too preoccupied to care, pressing on, "Why would you remove your beauty mark?"

Silas ladled the stew into a clear, large bowl and placed it on the dining table over a damp cloth to avoid scorching the surface.

"My daughter didn't like it."

His daughter didn't like it?

Did Margot actually dislike the beauty mark near Silas's eye?

What a bizarre reason!

had already ushered her to a seat and placed a

the questions?"

squarely. "Just one

took a seat beside her, giving her a look that screamed, "You're really

pause, he finally relented, "Fine,

a picture of you before the

for a moment. "You want to

nodded eagerly:

phone. "Sure, but

but found herself

she tell him she suspected he was her husband

the picture to

thought Silas bore a

or rather, its absence,

hadn't

the bodies found half a year ago not be Frederick and Teresa's? After all, with the bodies decomposed, who could say

thoughts, offering a vague response instead: "Didn't I explain why

meal, didn't even look at Marguerite. "Sorry, that reason doesn't

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