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."

do, it'll only be to wish Claire well. It has nothing to do with

my life's work. Do you really think I'd throw everything away for a man I've known less than

his injured arm, he gently cupped her face, his thumb brushing away

suit laid out nearby. His voice was soft.

a force to be reckoned with in

gentleness-a woman who didn't need to hide behind a façade of power, especially not with clothes that

didn't have to pretend. She just had to be

if she'd give him that

after his footsteps faded did

was in

Ten minutes later.

stepped out of the

Silas

the box

reached

in the trunk.

but he sidestepped her

as she looked up at him. "Silas, Mom wants you to come over for dinner tonight. How about we stop by the grocery store? Is there anything you want to

he pressed the

caught off guard. "What's that supposed

go to the

clouded her face. "Why the hospital again? Are

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255