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

Marguerite was overjoyed!

suspected something off about Silas's identity, and now her

just smirked and spoke first. "But you, Marguerite, you're not one to play by the

her

her with a hint of affection.

suddenly finding herself

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

sauce, deliberately telling Silas she had prepared

ruse, so he clearly hadn't lost

only grew, his eyes twinkling with laughter as he looked at her like one

play such a

a bit annoyed and

at her, seeing her sulking, and suddenly had the

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

a sensitive nose. Moreover, I can smell a special