Chapter 787
Living in the sgated community as Silas? Over my dead body!
It's not that Maggie despised Silas per se; it was the weird, unexplainable feelings that bubbled up whenever he
was around, making her thoughts drift to Frederick uncontrollably. But Maggie knew all too well that the dead
don't return, and she wasn't about to replace him with anyone.
However, the idea of seeing Silas's daughter, Margot, again did spark sexcitement in Maggie. Despite the
girl's wild antics, her chubby cheeks were simply irresistible. Maggie could almost picture her munching on a
drumstick, a sight so heartwarming it brought a smile to her face.
Chuck, catching this rare smile, blurted out in surprise, "Maggie, you smiled?"
"Am | not allowed to?" Maggie retorted, her eyebrow raised in bemusement.
"No, no, it's just... surprising, that's all. You haven't really smiled like that since Mr. Winston and Teresa passed,"
Chuck explained.
Really? Maggie hadn't noticed. But Chuck, as an outsider, saw it clearly. He wasn't suggesting Maggie never
smiled, but rather that her smiles seemed mechanical, devoid of real emotion, until now.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWhat were they talking about again? Oh, right. Silas.
Seizing the moment, Chuck ventured, "Maggie, if Mr. Winston could see you from above, he'd want you to find
happiness again, perhaps with a good man."
Maggie looked at Chuck, puzzled. "And your point is?"
Chuck swallowed nervously, "Well, as far as | know, Silas is single too. According to my research, he has no
romantic ties, though he does have a daughter..." Maggie nearly choked on her own disbelief, "You think Mr.
Winston, barely half a year in his grave, would appreciate you matchmaking his widow?"
Chuck stumbled over his words, stunned by Maggie's sharp retort.
Maggie glanced at him, then added, "A woman once protected by an eagle won't settle for a crow, Chuck. Silas
doesn't hold a candle to Frederick."
Chuck, trying to lighten the mood, countered, "But we were just saying, Silas is like an upgraded Mr. Winston...
What don't you like about him?"
This caught Maggie off guard. She couldn't actually pinpoint any flaws in Silas and after a moment, she weakly
argued, "He's not good-looking."
"Remember, three years ago, you won Mr. Winston's heart despite wearing a hideous mask. Looks can be
deceiving!" Chuck reminded her.
"People are different, and so are their standards. If Frederick was disfigured, | would still love him. But Silas?
Whether his scars are real or not doesn't matter to me..."
Maggie trailed off, suddenly struck by a bizarre thought. If Silas's scars had no medical record, could they be
fake? And if so, was he wearing a mask just like she had?
The similarities between Silas and Frederick - especially those familiar eyes - were uncanny. Could it be...
No, it was impossible. Frederick was gone. Could he really cback from the dead? And even if, by some
miracle, he did, wouldn't he recognize her?
Shaking her head, Maggie dismissed the thought as a product of her deep longing for Frederick.
Seeing Maggie's firm rejection of Silas, Chuck dropped the idea of moving into the gated community. Instead, he
found an apartment close to Poppy Petal Fragrances and completed the lease online.
The apartment cfully furnished, so Maggie didn't need much. She left work early to inspect the place and
then headed to the local supermarket for sessentials.
The supermarket was busy, with only one shopping cart left. Just as Maggie reached for it, another hand, broad
and with distinct knuckles, also landed on the handle.
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