NovelEnglishChapter 847
Marguerite instinctively struggled against the hold, but the man's grip was too strong, locking her in an embrace
that felt like he wanted to merge her with his very being.
"Marguerite..."
Huh?
The man's voice was deep and velvety, like the rich notes of a cello, and it caught Marguerite off guard. It was
only then she realized that the man holding her was Silas.
"Could you letgo, please?"
"| missed you so much."
He was tall, enveloping her completely, and Marguerite still couldn't see Silas's expression. But she imagined it
must be a mixture of sadness and longing because his voice had carried a hint of heartache.
Marguerite knew she should push him away, but there was something comforting and familiar about his
embrace, something she had missed.
Silas had never held her like this before, yet she felt oddly at hin his arms. She found herself surrendering,
resting her forehead against his chest.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtJust as she took a deep breath, Stella's exasperated voice broke the moment as she hurried into the room:
"Can you two lovebirds tone it down a bit? Maurice hasn't left yet!"
Silas reluctantly released her, and Marguerite noticed the blinds were drawn tightly, sealing them in the room.
Stella stood by a window, cautiously peeking through the slats.
After a few tense minutes, Stella sighed in relief and waved at them.
"Alright, his car took off. But keep it brief-l can't be sure if he's really gone or just lurking."
Stella rolled her eyes, refraining from prying into Marguerite and Silas's relationship, and plopped down at a
desk, fiddling with a camcorder.
Silas chuckled softly, "Do we look like we're sneaking around?"
Marguerite playfully punched his chest, "Who'd want to sneak around with you?"
She put a bit of force into it, unsure if Silas felt anything, but her knuckles sure did.
Seeing her discomfort, Silas gently took her hand and massaged it, all
tenderness, leaving Marguerite at a loss.
Unexpectedly, a snort cfrom Stella's direction.
Marguerite turned to look at her, feeling a tingle at the thought of Silas's sweet nothings. Was this guy a novice
in romance?
The man seemed unfazed, even with an audience, speaking without a hint of embarrassment.
Marguerite felt her cheeks heat up and looked at Stella, "Could you give us a little privacy?"
Stella put down the camcorder, "Seriously, if | step out and Maurice spots me, what should | say? That you're in
here talking to yourself? Don't worry, I'm not eavesdropping! Promise!"
With that, Stella theatrically inserted earbuds, pretending to shut out the world.
Oh well, Marguerite thought, letting it slide. She turned back to Silas, meeting his gaze, "What did you chere
for, really?"
"To see you."
He was so honest, every word surprising Marguerite.
"Cut it out, okay?" She withdrew her hand from his grasp, "You should be saying that to Violet."
Silas looked at her, "Would you be jealous if | did?"
"Why would | be jealous? I'm not like that."
"But lam."
Marguerite blinked, puzzled by his words, staring at him in confusion.
His broad hand cupped her cheek, his thumb gently caressing her skin.
In that moment, Marguerite forgot to resist.
"I saw you with Maurice, saw you two living together, shopping together... Marguerite, | got jealous."
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