Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 809

He gently traced his fingers over the burn scar on his cheek, letting them linger behind his ear as if searching for something, all the while looking at Marguerite with a hopeful glint in his eyes.

Marguerite knew her words had hurt him, but she couldn't predict what this man would do next.

Silas had completely thrown her life off balance, and every unexpected move he made left Marguerite scrambling to keep up.

She couldn't let things spiral further out of control.

Marguerite yanked Silas up from the couch, mercilessly pushing him toward the front door.

"Don't waste your time. No matter what you do, I won't fall for you."

The door was already open, yet Silas stood his ground. "Marguerite, are you not going to give me even the slightest chance?"

Seeing this towering man with such a humble demeanor tugged at Marguerite's heartstrings.

They engaged in a silent standoff for what felt like ages before she spoke softly:

"Violet is a good woman. She doesn't deserve to be let down. So, please, just let me go."

Silas froze for a moment, his gaze fixed steadily on her.

what he was thinking, but his eyes were a storm of emotions, pinning her with their

her shoulders, his breath coming in warm waves against her

I who should ask you to let me go. My life was calm and predictable, with no upheavals. Without you, I'd marry Violet, raise little Margot, watch her grow up, and see her start a family. I could live without love, but

I tried to stay away, but the more I did, the stronger my curiosity grew. You're right; you

I was injured, even knowing they're no good, just because I wanted to see you. So,

each

a sting to her eyes, blurring her

a reckless abandon, as if even in an apocalypse, he would still take

days? How could that be

her mind around it, her gaze softening as she

she simply asked,

his back on her. "It doesn't matter anymore. What matters is that I understand

that, he strode out, quickly disappearing from Marguerite's

left, the weight of it all crashed down on Marguerite, leaving

but hadn't he done the

been stagnant and devoid of hope, a state she had no

considered opening her heart to

then Silas