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?"

sharpened. "If this bowl is soy sauce, then naturally, the other

Marguerite was overjoyed!

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

but Silas just smirked and spoke first.

froze, her

down the bowl, crossing his arms and looking at her with a hint of affection. "Both

his gaze, suddenly finding herself at

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

of soy sauce, deliberately telling Silas she had prepared

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

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

play such

a bit

at her, seeing her sulking, and

was already halfway there when he thought better of it. Instead,

naturally have a sensitive nose. Moreover, I