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.

impatiently as Silas took her by the wrist and led her into the

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

like the way Silas was looking at her

hurt, and

looking at me

"I don't know."

called off

nodded slightly, "I don't know how

drag it out of you,” Marguerite's patience was wearing

was tired of these roundabout conversations and her tone was

looked earnestly into her

don't think

someone or you

from a good family, and her education is top-notch. But when we're together, I just

words left Marguerite

telling me you don't know? If you didn't give her any reason to think you were interested, how

words. Even he

every attempt at recollection brought

had he and Violet become an item?

he recall anything about their supposedly

hadn't seriously

Violet, the conclusion

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