Chapter 857

Marguerite's heart lurched. Instinctively, she clutched the edge of the velvet curtain and snapped, "Don't come in! I'm not dressed."

Maurice hesitated outside, sounding both exasperated and helpless. “Alright, I won't come in. Just tell me are you hurt?"

Marguerite glanced at Silas's forearm. The bloody imprint of teeth was stark and horrifying.

She turned away, voice flat. "I'm fine. I'll be out soon."

"Okay. I'll wait for you in the lobby."

Only after Maurice's footsteps faded did Marguerite look back at Silas.

His face was calm, as if the ugly wound on his arm didn't even exist.

But Marguerite knew all too well just how much pain she was in.

"The wedding's tomorrow," she said quietly. "Can you just stop coming to see me?"

"I'll leave as soon as I finish," Silas replied.

"Then make it quick."

Her cool, distant gaze wounded him, but his eyes were still earnest, burning with hope. "I'll wait for you tomorrow."

not going. And if I do, it'll only be to wish Claire well. It has nothing to do with

is my life's work. Do you really think I'd throw everything away for

arm, he gently cupped her face, his thumb brushing

nearby. His

Marguerite was a force to

need to

didn't have to pretend. She just had

just didn't know if she'd give him that

him. Only after his footsteps faded did Marguerite's strength finally

in turmoil all

Ten minutes later.

and Silas stepped out of the

Silas

box

reached

the trunk.

but he

him. "Silas, Mom wants you to come over for

Instead, he pressed the car keys into

blinked, caught off guard. "What's that supposed to

to go to the

"Why the hospital again? Are

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