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 must be vinegar. It's

Marguerite was overjoyed!

identity, and now her trick seemed

spoke first. "But you, Marguerite, you're not one to play by

froze, her

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

suddenly finding herself at

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

had prepared two bowls of soy sauce, deliberately telling Silas she had prepared

had managed to see through her ruse, so he clearly

grew, his eyes twinkling with laughter as he

such a

a bit annoyed and remained

her, seeing her sulking, and suddenly had the urge to

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

naturally have a sensitive nose. Moreover, I can smell a