NovelFastChapter 788
Marguerite was momentarily taken aback, sensing a surprising strength in the grip that held her. The hand was
masculine, with well-defined bones and veins that were visible on the exposed forearm, hinting at raw power
beneath the skin.
Shaking off her initial surprise, Marguerite turned to see the owner of the hand. He wore a black mask,
concealing any scars beneath, with only his eyes and forehead visible. Despite the mask, there was an
undeniable rugged charm about him.
Silas!
It was almost uncanny how she seemed to bump into him wherever she went.
Marguerite sized him up, noting his casual attire of a loose white shirt paired with light blue jeans, exuding a laid-
back yet rebellious vibe. The shirt was wrinkle-free, silky to the touch, suggesting he had changed recently.
To Silas, encountering her in the supermarket was an unexpected surprise.
Marguerite, however, was quick to confront him, her voice laced with hostility, "Are you stalking me? Why can't |
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Initially silent, Silas then casually retrieved a strip of painkillers from his pocket, popping a few into his mouth
covered by the mask, and chewed them nonchalantly.
Marguerite was puzzled.
What was with this man and his constant consumption of painkillers? Was he suffering from sincurable
disease?
Before she could dwell further, Silas tucked the painkillers back into his bag and flashed his smartphone screen
at Marguerite. "My daughter's menu for the week. I'm on grocery duty."
On the screen, Marguerite saw a list of dishes, all involving chicken in various preparations, written in a child's
scrawling handwriting. It oddly reminded her of Teresa, whose writing was similarly askew despite Marguerite's
frequent reminders.
"I'm not following you," Silas clarified earnestly, his eyes conveying sincerity. Marguerite's defenses softened,
"Even someone of your stature does his own grocery shopping?"
"It's a habit," he replied, pushing the shopping cart ahead and nonchalantly placing Marguerite's purse in the
cart as if it was the most natural thing to do.
"What do you need to buy?" Silas asked.
"Household items."
Marguerite quickened her pace to match his, realizing how odd it was that she ended up shopping with him,
sharing a cart no less. His gesture of taking her purse had been so smooth and natural, she hadn't found it
intrusive at all.
Feeling an inexplicable urge to separate from Silas, considering she didn't need much and could manage without
a cart, she was about to make her exit. However, Silas's next question caught her off guard, "Household items is
a broad category. Don't you have a specific list?"
His tone was teasing yet not unpleasant, and in his slightly curved eyes, Marguerite saw a hint of amusement. It
reminded her of Frederick, whom she had never shopped with before, causing a pang of longing.
Caught in her thoughts, Marguerite was snapped back to reality by Silas's gentle wave in front of her face,
"What's on your mind?"
"Just thinking about what | need to buy," she replied, when suddenly a few women nearby began whispering,
"Look at that couple over there! The man with the mask, he looks familiar."
Trying to keep their voices low, they were still overheard by Marguerite.
A man with a mask?
Glancing around, it was clear they were referring to Silas and her.
"Familiar? You think everyone looks familiar. Plus, he's wearing a mask. Stop staring, or his wife might cafter
you," one of them joked.
"I'm serious! He looks like someone I've seen online! It's all in the eyes, really remindsof someone."
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