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?"

this bowl is soy sauce, then naturally, the other

Marguerite was overjoyed!

suspected something off about Silas's identity, and now

but Silas just smirked and spoke first. "But you,

froze, her smile

looking at her with a hint of

finding herself at a loss

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

of soy sauce, deliberately telling Silas

her ruse, so he clearly hadn't lost his sense

the man's amusement only grew, his eyes twinkling with laughter as he looked at her

play such a

bit annoyed and

looked at her, seeing her sulking, and

halfway there when he thought better of it. Instead, he moved the

often would naturally have a sensitive nose. Moreover, I can smell a special scent