NovelEnglishChapter 798
Silas certainly wanted to say, "All my woes today, | owe to you!"
But when he caught sight of Marguerite's innocent face tinged with concern, he found himself speechless.
He dropped his gaze and offered a soft explanation, "Headache."
"Do you get them often?"
"Not really, just more frequent lately. Margot suggested | keep spainkillers on hand."
"Margot?"
Silas smirked meaningfully and added as he looked at her, "My daughter."
Marguerite was speechless!
She still hadn't gotten used to Silas calling his daughter by nin front of her.
After all, their names both contained the sound "Marg."
Marguerite always felt like Silas was calling her, and somewhat boldly taking liberties in terms of seniority.
But she had no proof of it.
After she took the medicine, Silas noticed her gloom and offered comfort, "Alright,
| won't tease you next time. If it bothers you, | could even renmy daughter."
How did he know what she was thinking?
Was it that all these big shots had the knack to read minds? Because of their cunning, they always seemed to hit
the nail on the head when it cto others' thoughts.
Silas was like this, and Frederick even more so.
Marguerite stopped pondering and told Silas, "Thanks for looking after me, | feel much better. Don't forget to
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtlock the door on your way out. Going to sleep now." The man crossed his arms, watching her leisurely, "Oh? Kick
Marguerite was on the verge of tears, "What do you want then?"
He had cover to play the good Samaritan without being asked.
But why did it seem like this legendary figure wasn't busy at all? Having tto deliver medicine, and even time
to showcase his culinary skills in her kitchen?
Silas genuinely didn't know how to respond to Marguerite's question, simply pushing her gently into the room by
her shoulders.
"Alright, get ssleep."
Marguerite turned to ask him, "You're not leaving?"
The man's pupils dilated slightly, "In a bit."
By that, he didn't seem to plan on leaving immediately?
Marguerite couldn't understand what attraction her empty apartment held for him, but if he wanted to stay, she
couldn't really object.
After all, he had just taken care of her, and she had no reason to be ungrateful.
Marguerite snuggled back into her blankets, soon hearing the pitter-patter of raindrops from the balcony.
Opening her eyes, she discovered the rain was mingled with hail, pounding down.
Summer weather was always unpredictable, and it seemed Silas wouldn't be leaving any tsoon.
The surrounding silence made Marguerite's loneliness more palpable.
Every tshe closed her eyes, Frederick's shadow invaded her thoughts. Their entanglement lasted three
years, but the days spent together were few. Yet, those few days let her experience a love that was deeply
etched in her heart. From the beginning, Marguerite had warned herself not to fall for Frederick.
But could one really control their feelings?
Having tasted love's bitterness, she'd bear its memory for a lifetime.
Yet, Marguerite had no regrets, for given another chance, she'd rush headlong into it all over again.
Even if in another life, Frederick changed into someone she couldn't recognize, she believed their souls would
still find each other, and she'd fall for him all over again.
Thus, thoughts of leaving this world had crossed her mind more than once.
How she wished to join Frederick in the next life.
Her thoughts were fragmented, and tears slid down her cheeks.
Someone's cool fingers gently wiped her tears away.
Sick as she was, she couldn't distinguish dream from reality, unable to open her eyes, she let him be.
When she woke again, the rain had lessened, but the sky remained gloomy.
The house was eerily quiet, so Silas must have left, right?
Marguerite wrapped herself in a cardigan and stepped out of her room, only to find the man dozing on her cozy
cloud couch.
He hadn't left?
And he slept!
This man surely treated this place like his own home, didn't he?
Marguerite tiptoed closer, intending to wake him, but then noticed a tiny, hardly noticeable scar near the corner
of his eye.
She remembered Frederick had a mole at the sspot.
If Silas's mark had been a mole instead of a scar, perhaps they would look even more alike.
Marguerite sighed deeply, her breath inadvertently brushing his face, startling him awake.
The awkwardness was palpable as Marguerite was now so close, and the man momentarily forgot to breathe.
Their eyes locked, and Marguerite swallowed nervously, straightening up and quickly explaining,
"Uh... | just noticed you have a scar near your eye, got a bit curious."
The man also regained his composure, rubbing his forehead wearily, "Yeah, it's a tear mole."
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