NovelEnglishChapter 856
Marguerite's face fell in an instant.
She could brush off those words coming from anyone else, but she never imagined she'd hear them from Violet.
Violet had been by her side for over half a year, knowing all her habits, all her heartbreaks. Frankly, aside from
Miley, no one in the world understood her better. She couldn't keep up the pretense any longer; her expression
darkened.
"You, of all people, should know what happened betweenand Maurice. You know how much | hate him. Have
you lost your mind over this new boyfriend of yours?"
Marguerite's anger left Violet stunned, her eyes wide with shock, quickly clouded with hurt.
"I'm sorry, Marguerite, | didn't mean it like that. | just wanted someone to look after you, that's all. Please,
forgive me?"
"| can take care of myself. | don't need a man."
"I know, | know! Please, Marguerite, don't be mad at me. I'm so sorry!"
Marguerite still felt a knot in her chest, but Violet's apology was genuine—almost pitifully so. If she kept holding
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇta grudge, she'd just look petty.
She forced down her irritation and sighed. "Fine. | know you meant well. Just... don't say things like that again."
Violet, flustered, held up three fingers in a mock oath. "I promise, never again! Anyway, Marguerite, my wedding
dress needs adjustments and the designer is waiting. | have to run!"
Marguerite nodded, watching Violet hurry away before turning and picking up the tailored suit she'd cto try
on.
Her mood was in turmoil, thanks to Violet. She'd only just started unbuttoning her shirt in the changing room,
fingers tired and distracted, when suddenly the curtain was yanked aside with a quick, rough swish.
Silas stood right in front of her.
Marguerite froze for a split second, then hastily pulled her shirt closed and pressed an arm protectively to her
chest.
"You-!"
Before she could shout, Silas's broad hand clamped gently but firmly over her mouth.
Her eyes blazed with panic and anger as she glared up at him, defiant and unafraid.
Silas kept his hand over her mouth, waiting until she stopped struggling, his other arm braced against the wall-
boxing her in.
He was so close she could feel the heat radiating from him, making it hard to breathe. When he sensed she'd
calmed, he slowly lowered his hand and spoke in a low voice, "I just need to-"
He didn't get to finish. Marguerite bit down on his arm, hard.
He sucked in a sharp breath but didn't make a sound, his jaw clenched tight against the pain.
The truth was Marguerite was furious-furious that Silas had barged back into her life and stirred up all the
feelings she'd worked so hard to bury. So she didn't hold back; she bit down until she tasted blood, refusing to let
go.
Suddenly, footsteps approached. Maurice's voice called out from the hall, "Marguerite? What's going on in
there?"
Marguerite finally released Silas, her eyes wet and rimmed red, a smear
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She steadied herself. "It's nothing. | just slipped."
"Don't move, letcheck on you," Maurice replied, already reaching for the curtain.
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