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."

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

my life's work. Do you really think I'd

cupped her face, his thumb brushing away the last

his eyes lingered on the tailored suit laid out nearby. His voice was soft. "Marguerite,

that Marguerite was a force to be reckoned with

who didn't need to hide behind a façade of power,

woman he loved didn't have to pretend. She just had

didn't know if she'd give

Only after his footsteps faded did

in turmoil

Ten minutes later.

stepped out of the boutique

Silas

the box with

reached

the

arm, but he sidestepped her

faltered, but she forced a playful grin as she looked up at him. "Silas, Mom wants you to come

didn't answer. Instead, he pressed

guard. "What's that supposed to mean? Aren't you coming home

go

clouded her face. "Why the hospital again? Are

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