Chapter 849

Just as his lips were about to meet Marguerite's, she raised her hand and slapped him.

The sound was sharp, echoing in the room.

Marguerite could clearly see the five distinct finger marks on the man's face.

"Are you out of your mind? Get a grip, will you?"

Marguerite yelled, shaking her hand, which was slightly sore from the impact.

It was odd-why did his skin feel so strange, almost as if it wasn't flesh at all? Before she could dwell on it, Stella rushed over, having heard the commotion between the two.

She thought they were in a full-blown fight and quickly positioned herself in front of Marguerite, protectively, looking at Silas with panic in her eyes.

"Mr. Ward, harassing a lady could land you in jail! Don't you dare lay a finger on my sister-in-law!"

Silas remained silent, his eyes never leaving Marguerite.

pounding, unsure if it was from the almost-kiss or genuine

uneven, and she finally understood what he meant by

trying to see if

coldly for a moment, her words cutting: "Don't waste your

marry Violet, would that not

watched his chest rise and

marrying Violet was something she had always thought she

did her chest feel so

glancing from Marguerite to Silas, then wisely

next Wednesday. If you show up, I'll take you

she'd

kind of proposition

was almost like he was asking her

this feel

into marriage, she'd

a glint she'd only ever seen in Frederick's-bold, determined,

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