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?"

is soy sauce, then naturally, the other

Marguerite was overjoyed!

identity, and now her trick seemed to

first. "But

her

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

his gaze, suddenly finding herself at a loss

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

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

her ruse, so he clearly hadn't

twinkling with laughter

such

a bit

her, seeing her sulking, and suddenly had

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

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