Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 860

Stella sat a little farther away from Silas, but she could still see him flipping

through a stack of photos. She could make out that the people in the pictures were men and women, but no matter how hard she squinted, the main subject's face stayed blurry.

She watched Silas's expressions shift-confusion, frustration, a flicker of pain. There was something seriously off about this man.

Thinking about her past patients, and drawing on her experience, Stella's intuition screamed at her: his headaches weren't normal. They were textbook signs of amnesia.

Yes-amnesia! That had to be it.

Without hesitation, she grabbed her phone and fired off a message to Marguerite

on Facebook: **[Sis! Silas is with me now for counseling. Big news! Huge news!!!]**

Her triple exclamation points made Marguerite frown. **[Don't make me come over there.]**

**[I'm not asking you to come,]** Stella replied quickly. **[It's just... Silas is acting really strange! I tried asking about his memories, but he couldn't remember a thing! And when he tried, he got such a bad headache I thought he was going to pass out. Scared me half to death!]**

Messages from Stella began pouring in, a rapid-fire string Marguerite barely had time to process. But her eyes caught on the last line: Silas was having another headache.

Did he take anything? Did you bring

to the ER. He

Cologne?

Silas never wore cologne. The

Polar Radiance she'd given him that

truth? Did her

some

thoughts were in chaos. She scrolled back through

typed back. **[He's

glanced upzat Silas. He seemed to have recovered now, though his complexion was

you think it's a bit strange you

Why would it be strange? Can you remember anything from

her lips. She

so

at

got headaches

now, even trying