Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 807

Chapter 807

Silas had shown up again.

He was wearing an oversized hospital gown, and the back of his hand still bore the telltale white tape from a recent IV drip.

So, he had come straight from the hospital.

Marguerite wasn't particularly surprised. Deep down, she had a feeling Silas would seek her out, though she hadn't expected it to be so soon.

"I'll get you a glass of water."

Marguerite headed to the kitchen, but then she remembered that Silas's current condition meant he shouldn't have anything cold. She picked up the kettle to make him some tea instead.

As the water poured into the kettle, Silas appeared behind her, gently taking the kettle from her hands and reminding her, "You've got a fever. Go sit down."

Marguerite stood there, unmoving.

This was typical of Silas. Whenever he came to her place, whether it was to cook or handle anything else, he acted as if he were in his own home.

But this familiarity unnerved Marguerite.

"Why did you call off the engagement?"

Silas paused for a moment, then placed the kettle on the stove.

by the

was gradually darkening, and it was only then that Marguerite realized the brilliant

than dawn, much like

and it unsettled

looking at me like

"I don't know."

you called off

slightly, "I don't know how to

it out of you,” Marguerite's patience was wearing thin. Talking to him always felt like solving

was tired of these roundabout conversations

looked earnestly into

don't think I love

either love someone or you don't. What do you mean

just feel... nothing. I've always known what I like and dislike, but I can't figure out how

left

didn't give her any reason to think you

loss for words. Even he felt baffled

questions forced him into introspection, but every attempt at recollection

Violet become an item? When did

anything

now, he hadn't seriously

of Violet, the conclusion

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