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.

her by the

that Marguerite realized the brilliant sunset

than dawn, much like the

hurt, and it unsettled

looking at

"I don't know."

off the engagement

don't know how to

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

roundabout conversations and her

earnestly

think I love

or you don't. What do you

she comes from a good family, and her education is top-notch. But when we're together, I just feel... nothing. I've always known what I like

words left Marguerite

me you don't know? If you didn't give her any reason to think you

found himself at a loss for words. Even he

forced him into introspection, but every attempt at recollection brought on a

and Violet become an item? When did

anything

now, he hadn't seriously questioned

of Violet, the conclusion

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