The Bride Behind the Mask

Chapter 790

Silas paused mid-action, his hand frozen over a piece of fried chicken, and turned to look at her with a puzzled

expression.

"What kind of logic is that? If you want to stare at someone, go hand look at your husband. Why are you

looking at me?"

Marguerite didn't blink. "He's dead."

The response caught Silas off guard, and it was clear to Marguerite that the man was momentarily taken aback.

He quickly whipped out his phone and showed her his Facebook QR code.

"Let's be friends, and I'll send you the pics on Facebook."

Marguerite was speechless.

Was this guy for real? Just like that, he was ready to share?

It felt like he was trying to get her contact info on purpose.

Marguerite sensed that Silas had an ulterior motive, yet, contradictorily, she found herself pulling out her phone

and adding him as a friend.

His profile picture was a side profile of her daughter, chubby and resembling something out of a western cartoon.

Marguerite couldn't help but chuckle, soon followed by a notification of a money transfer from Silas.

The note attached read: "For medical expenses."

Medical expenses?

"Yesterday, my daughter bit your son. | promised to cover the costs, no less."

Marguerite stiffened a bit, "Actually, it's not necessary. The medical bill wasn't much."

"I don't like owing people anything."

Marguerite was at a loss for words.

It seemed Chuck was right; Silas wasn't one to hold emotional debts, making it clear he didn't want to owe

anyone anything.

But settling this debt also meant Marguerite couldn't harbor any fantasies.

She accepted the money without any further reservations, and then Silas asked, "Need to buy anything else?"

Marguerite shook her head, "No, that's it."

"Let's check out then."

Upon reaching the cashier, Silas insisted on paying for Marguerite's groceries, puzzling her.

"Wouldn't splitting the bill be simpler? | thought you liked to keep things squared."

Silas pocketed his wallet and pushed the cart towards the parking lot, "It's different."

"How so?"

"Not liking to owe people is one thing, but having people oweis another." "Care to explain?"

"It means someone is always thinking about me."

Marguerite froze, a strange emotion stirring within.

Was he implying he wanted her to think about him?

What was this man trying to say?

Feeling awkward, her cheeks flushed as she denied, "I won't. I'm the kind of person who loves a free lunch. |

don't dwell on anyone."

But Silas just laughed, "No, Marguerite, you're not that kind of person."

Marguerite felt a blockage in her heart, the annoying feeling of panic resurfacing. "Don't act like you know me."

Silas smiled, a touch of helplessness in his grin, then turned to a sleek black SUV. He didn't respond to her

comment but instead asked:

"Where do you live? Letgive you a ride."

That's when Marguerite realized she had unwittingly followed him all the way to the parking lot!

She pointed upwards, "I live just above."

"Oh."

With a casual acknowledgment, Silas unloaded a large bag of chicken from the cart into the SUV's trunk, then

picked up Marguerite's grocery bags and headed toward the elevator.

"I'll carry these up for you."

Marguerite was taken aback.

Wasn't this guy getting a bit too familiar?

They weren't that close, were they?

Yet, glimpsing at her heavy bags, Marguerite figured she couldn't carry them all by herself anyway.

If Silas was willing to do the heavy lifting, she might as well let him.

Exiting the elevator, Marguerite's temporary hfaced them. She punched in the code, entered, and Silas

respectfully placed the bags at the door without venturing further or peeping inside, maintaining his gentlemanly

demeanor throughout.

"I'm off to pick up my daughter from kindergarten. See you around."

Marguerite nodded but before she could even say "goodbye," Silas had already turned and left.

She instinctively paused, finding Silas's sudden appearances and departures bewildering.

His decisiveness was eerily reminiscent of Frederick!

Suddenly, she felt an emptiness inside.

What was happening to her?

Why did she keep seeing shades of Frederick in a man she had only met a few times?

Was she losing her mind?

Meanwhile...

Silas didn't leave immediately upon returning to his car.

Looking at his reflection in the rearview mirror, he recalled what Marguerite had said in the supermarket-

"You know, your eyes look exactly like my late husband's. | was wondering if the place you got burned looks

similar too."

Subconsciously, he removed his face mask, his fingers gingerly peeling away what seemed like scarred skin,

revealing a breathtakingly handsface underneath.

Marguerite had said his eyes resembled those of her deceased husband.

But what about the rest of him?

Did he also bear a striking resemblance?

Silas pulled up his phone's camera, took a quick selfie, then opened Marguerite's Facebook, ready to send it over.

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