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

"Hang on! I'll call

"Don't. Not yet. There's a bottle

but dug into his coat anyway, pulling out a travel- sized bottle. "Are you serious? You

do it!" he snapped, eyes squeezed shut

She sprayed the cologne twice in front of his face. A fresh, crisp scent filled the air, cutting through the

vanish, but it began to ebb, just enough for him

an

couch, Silas shook his head, eyelids drooping. "No, it's fine. You can

cologne seemed to settle his nerves, his breathing evening out. It struck her as odd, but not unheard of she'd seen

it worked for Silas the way

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

Meanwhile, Silas slowly gathered

out of the blue for