NovelEnglishChapter 809
He gently traced his fingers over the burn scar on his cheek, letting them linger behind his ear as if searching for
something, all the while looking at Marguerite with a hopeful glint in his eyes.
Marguerite knew her words had hurt him, but she couldn't predict what this man would do next.
Silas had completely thrown her life off balance, and every unexpected move he made left Marguerite
scrambling to keep up.
She couldn't let things spiral further out of control.
Marguerite yanked Silas up from the couch, mercilessly pushing him toward the front door.
"Don't waste your time. No matter what you do, | won't fall for you."
The door was already open, yet Silas stood his ground. "Marguerite, are you not going to giveeven the
slightest chance?"
Seeing this towering man with such a humble demeanor tugged at Marguerite's heartstrings.
They engaged in a silent standoff for what felt like ages before she spoke softly:
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"Violet is a good woman. She doesn't deserve to be let down. So, please, just letgo."
Silas froze for a moment, his gaze fixed steadily on her.
Marguerite couldn't tell what he was thinking, but his eyes were a storm of emotions, pinning her with their
intensity.
Then, he grasped her shoulders, his breath coming in warm waves against her face.
"Marguerite, it's | who should ask you to letgo. My life was calm and predictable, with no upheavals. Without
you, I'd marry Violet, raise little Margot, watch her grow up, and see her start a family. | could live without love,
but then | met you.
From the moment | saw you, my mind has been in turmoil. | tried to stay away, but the more | did, the stronger
my curiosity grew. You're right; you can't fall for someone in three days, but | did. Does that make my feelings
worthless?
Marguerite, in these past few days, I've taken more painkillers than when | was injured, even knowing they're no
good, just because | wanted to see you. So, who is really holding whom captive here?"
His voice was rough but clear, each word striking Marguerite like a bell.
His raw and unwavering confession brought a sting to her eyes, blurring her vision with tears.
His love was pure and unyielding, driven by a reckless abandon, as if even in an apocalypse, he would still take
his chances.
But love in just three days? How could that be possible?
Marguerite couldn't wrap her mind around it, her gaze softening as she looked into Silas's eyes.
Unsure of what to say, she simply asked, "You were injured? Where?"
Silas pulled his gaze away, turning his back on her. "It doesn't matter anymore. What matters is that |
understand your heart now."
With that, he strode out, quickly disappearing from Marguerite's sight.
The moment he left, the weight of it all crashed down on Marguerite, leaving her crumpled on the floor.
Silas claimed she disrupted his life, but hadn't he done the sto hers?
After Frederick and Teresa passed, her life had been stagnant and devoid of hope, a state she had no desire to
change.
She had never considered opening her heart to anyone else, never accepted anyone's kindness.
And then Silas calong.
He turned her world upside down, and every tshe closed her eyes, the
images of Silas and Frederick merged in her mind.
What was happening to her?
Meanwhile, at Cresthaven's Villa No. 1.
In a child's bedroom.
Manley sat at his desk with his cheeks puffed out from a lollipop, his eyes glued to
a gon the screen.
A sudden "ding" interrupted the silence-a message notification.
He clicked on it, eyes widening, and then yelled towards the door:
"Hayes, get over here! Your mysterious online friend sent a picture of a wafer.
Csee if it's Teresa's style!"
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