Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 859

In a split second, it was as if a bullet had struck the man right between the eyes- every nerve in his brain jolted to life, electricity crackling beneath his skin.

A woman's silhouette flickered in his mind, faint and elusive, always just out of focus.

No matter how hard he tried, her face stayed blurred, an apparition he couldn't grasp.

The deeper he chased the memory, the sharper the pain in his head became.

Cold sweat broke out across his body as he forced out two words through gritted teeth: "I don't know."

Stella had heard Marguerite mention how terrifying Silas looked when he had one of his headaches, but witnessing it firsthand was another thing entirely. She was so startled, she could hardly move.

His face had gone ghostly pale, eyes hollow with pain, and even his broad- shouldered frame was trembling. For a moment, Stella feared he might collapse right here in her office. Panicking, she grabbed a glass of warm water and rushed to his side.

"Painkillers! Do you have any painkillers with you?"

the effort making him

for her phone. "Hang on!

caught her wrist in a surprisingly firm grip, his voice strained: "Don't. Not yet. There's a bottle

pulling out a travel- sized bottle. "Are

it!" he snapped,

face. A fresh, crisp scent filled

his body eased. The pain didn't vanish, but it began to ebb, just enough for

still call an

his head, eyelids drooping. "No, it's fine. You can relax.

noticed how the scent of cologne seemed to settle his nerves, his breathing

cologne to steady himself? Maybe it worked for Silas the way other little rituals

worry. His episodes weren't just psychological; the pain was real, physical. The whole thing was proving far

Meanwhile, Silas slowly gathered

longing, making him miss Marguerite more than ever. But he couldn't see her, and he didn't dare calf her out of the blue for fear