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?"

head, the effort

for her phone. "Hang on! I'll

"Don't. Not yet. There's a bottle of cologne in my coat pocket-get it

at him, bewildered, but dug into his coat anyway, pulling out a travel- sized

he snapped,

of his face. A fresh, crisp scent filled the air, cutting through the tension and

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

still call an ambulance?" Stella

couch, Silas shook his head, eyelids drooping. "No, it's fine. You can relax. I just need a

watched him from across the room, perched anxiously at her desk, never taking her eyes off him. She noticed how the scent of cologne seemed to settle his nerves, his breathing evening out. It struck her as odd, but not unheard of she'd seen

cologne to steady himself? Maybe it worked for Silas

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

Meanwhile, Silas slowly gathered

dare calf her out of the blue for fear she'd only push him further away. So he did the next best thing-he pulled out his phone and scrolled through the photos he'd taken of