Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 800

"Sense of smell?"

Silas lifted his eyelids in confusion, not understanding why Marguerite would ask him such a question.

"How do you define sensitive?"

"It's like..."

Marguerite thought for a moment, then suddenly got up and walked to the kitchen. She poured apple cider vinegar into one bowl and soy sauce into another, then brought them out and placed them beside Silas.

"Take a whiff. Which one is vinegar, and which one is soy sauce?"

Silas was even more bewildered. "Why would we do that?"

Marguerite quickly sat next to him, leaning forward with a look of anticipation. "Just try!"

Silas was truly at a loss, but her serious demeanor made it hard for him to refuse. So, he dutifully brought each bowl up to his nose.

In a moment, he lifted one of the small bowls. "This one's soy sauce."

"And the other?"

bowl is soy sauce, then naturally, the other

Marguerite was overjoyed!

off about Silas's identity, and now her trick seemed to have

couldn't wait to confront him, but Silas just smirked and spoke first. "But you, Marguerite,

her smile

put down the bowl, crossing his arms and looking at her with a hint of

met his gaze, suddenly finding herself at a loss

soy sauce - even someone with a compromised sense of smell would have a fifty-fifty chance of

sauce, deliberately telling Silas she had prepared

he had managed to see through her ruse, so he

twinkling with laughter as he looked at her like

play such a

a bit annoyed and remained

at her, seeing her sulking, and suddenly

halfway there when he thought better of it. Instead, he moved the bowl with soy sauce further away, awkwardly changing the

nose. Moreover, I can smell