NovelEnglishChapter 801
Silas Ward twirled the perfbottle in his hand and asked, "Where'd you get this?"
Marguerite Lockwood was surprised. "Silas, didn't you even read our project proposal before investing in us? This
perfis from our new line, not even on the shelves yet."
"This is Polar Radiance?"
"Yep."
"Since | can't buy it, how about you give it to me?"
Marguerite hesitated. Wasn't it a bit odd for a man to ask a woman for something like this?
But rather than seeing Silas's request as overstepping, she replied, "If you can identify the middle and base
notes of this perfume, it's yours."
Back when Frederick Winston lost his sense of smell, the only scent he could still detect was Polar Radiance. Not
only that, he could accurately identify its top, middle, and base notes.
Marguerite knew she was clutching at straws again, but she just couldn't let it go. If Silas showed even a hint of
Frederick's essence, she had to test it.
Silas chuckled at her. "Again with this?"
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWas this woman addicted to games? Always looking for something childish to play?
"When it comes to perfume, I'm a total rookie. I couldn't tell you."
Marguerite teased, "And a rookie is investing in us?"
Silas grinned, "For the money. Your company's President Penelope reached out to
us about exporting this perfume. Seems like a promising venture, so why not invest?"
"The President Penelope you're talking about is my mother. | created this perfume."
"Looks like | underestimated you. | thought you were just a junior staff member." "Now you know?"
"I'm honored."
They didn't carry on further. Silas glanced at his watch, realizing it was tto pick up his daughter from school.
Marguerite walked him to the door, habitually saying goodbye, but he suddenly reached out and patted her
head.
"See you later, kiddo."
He wasn't sure why, but he always felt an urge to make sphysical connection with Marguerite.
So he couldn't resist, and there it was, a head pat.
Marguerite was about to dodge his hand, but his choice of words caught her off guard, "Kiddo?"
He just looked at her, said nothing, and turned to leave.
Wasn't she a kid? His daughter had been pestering him with scent games for the past six months. Vinegar and
soy sauce were just the basics. Eventually, she'd mix in all sorts of ingredients and make him guess until he got
it right.
But he had to admit, these games had sharpened his sense of smell considerably over time.
If Marguerite enjoyed playing childlike games, what else could she be but a kiddo?
The thought amused Silas as he walked away.
Back inside, Marguerite stood in her now silent apartment, feeling a hollow loneliness.
Her thoughts drifted back to her banter with Silas earlier, and her gaze fell on the beef stew he'd made-hearty
and comforting.
She had to admit, Silas's presence filled a void in her life.
But she knew better than to read too much into it.
Because the uncanny resemblance between Silas and Frederick always sent her spiraling into overthinking.
Her longing for Frederick only intensified her feelings for Silas.
Today, she'd tested her theory head-on, and it was clear: Silas and Frederick were two different people.
It was tto wake up from her dream.
She moved to put away the leftover stew into the fridge, but as she lowered her eyes, she noticed Silas's bottle
of painkillers left behind.
She paused, and just then, there was a knock at the door.
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