NovelEnglishChapter 850
In the video, Silas's face was as cold as ice.
Marguerite had never seen him so fierce before. Every tshe met him, he was always the embodiment of
tenderness and warmth.
She watched as Silas refused to cooperate with Stella's treatment plan, avoiding every question she posed.
Until Stella, visibly frustrated, blurted out, "Mr. Ward, if you don't cooperate, | can't report back to Marguerite!"
A flicker of light briefly crossed the man's harsh expression, quickly replaced by a self-mocking smile. "Why
would Marguerite care about my condition? Heartless woman."
"Mr. Ward, if she were truly heartless, would she have hiredto treat you? She's tighter than a drum with
money, yet she's already paid your medical bills in full. If you don't cooperate, she'll definitely ask for a refund!
Please, sir, don't make my job harder than it already is!"
"Getting my cooperation is simple."
"What?"
Silas looked at her, his tone one of unyielding resolve. "Bring her here."
The video abruptly cut off.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMarguerite watched, feeling both speechless and helpless. Silas was acting like a stubborn child, yet she didn't
find it entirely unwelcome.
Stella put away the camera and glanced at Marguerite, suddenly speaking up:
"Before you came, | told Silas you were being kept under house arrest by Maurice. Do you know what he wanted
to do when he found out?"
Stella's tone was full of gossip, and Marguerite looked at her blankly, shaking her head.
"He wanted to cand rescue you with a team of bodyguards!"
Marguerite: "???"
"When you askedto give him therapy, | thought his nsounded familiar, so | asked a friend to look into it.
Turns out, he's an even bigger shot than Maurice! He's got a whole army of bodyguards, all ex-special forces,
armed to the teeth! Combined, they would be unstoppable against Maurice.
You have no idea, if | hadn't just barely talked him down, he would have already stormed your apartment with his
entourage!"
Marguerite bit her lip, surprised that Silas would do something so rash.
She understood the kind of uncontrollable impulse, but she couldn't fathom why Silas's impulse was directed at
her.
In her mind, they should have gone through life and death situations together to truly appreciate each other's
significance. Only then would the urge to protect each other make sense.
How long had she even known Silas?
Marguerite couldn't wrap her head around it.
Stella tossed her a bottle of soda from the fridge and started rambling.
"I had to lay it out for him, saying you've got family, a kid even. Even if he
managed to whisk you away from Maurice, what about them? Are they supposed
to live in hiding forever? After that, he promised not to act recklessly. That's why | cup with the idea to bring
you here."
Marguerite felt a wave of frustration, her instinct was to avoid the topic.
She met Stella's gaze with a complex expression. "Don't tellabout his issues next time."
Stella was taken aback, "You're really that cold-hearted? Why? Freddie's gone, you could move on, you know."
"I haven't thought about remarrying."
Stella glanced at Marguerite, a smile playing on her lips.
"Let's be honest, you liked Freddie, right? But don't you see a bit of Freddie in Silas? You really don't find that odd
at all?"
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