NovelFastChapter 789
"Look familiar to you?"
"I can't quite place it, but he definitely has that 'lI've seen him somewhere’ vibe. Probably a Hollywood star or
something..."
"Yeah, right, as if a celebrity would be caught dead grocery shopping. But just by the look of those eyes, you can
tell he's a heartthrob. His wife, though, I don't think she matches his league."
"l agree. She's got this girl-next-door vibe, but she's so petite! Standing next to him, she looks like a little kid."
Marguerite was beyond words.
She had a pretty good idea who the bystanders thought Silas resembled.
Back when Frederick was still around, she and he had been the talk of the town, their faces plastered across
tabloids more times than they could count.
Miley even joked once that together, they pulled in more attention than any A-list celebrity duo.
No wonder strangers thought Silas had the sallure as Frederick. Marguerite couldn't help but feel a sense of
déja vu around him.
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But she was grateful, at least, that no one recognized her.
People always noticed a handsman first, after all.
She was puzzled, though.
Despite the formal distance she kept from Silas while shopping, how could anyone mistake them for a couple?
Were they really that compatible?
Marguerite wore a poker face, but Silas chuckled, leaving her bewildered. "What's so funny?"
He explained, "Just the part where they said you're not good enough for me."
Marguerite was fuming, "Maybe you should take off your mask and let everyone decide who's not worthy of
whom."
Silas shrugged, indifferent, "Does it matter? We're not together anyway."
His logic was sound, but Marguerite felt an inexplicable pang of sadness.
Walking alongside him to the deli section, she noticed Silas had filled his cart with an assortment of ready-made
meals.
She couldn't help but criticize, "Kids shouldn't eat processed food; it's unhealthy. Aren't you being a bit
irresponsible as a dad?"
He didn't even look up as he replied, "These aren't for my daughter; they're for you."
Marguerite was taken aback, "For me? Why?"
As Silas continued to pick out various items, she didn't have tto protest. He casually listed the items in the
cart: "Beef stew, spicy crab, crab cakes, steamed fish... You like them, right?"
Beef stew, spicy crab...
He was spot on!
Marguerite stared at Silas, baffled, "How did you know I liked these?"
Silas, equally surprised by his own insight, took a moment before answering, "I don't know. Just felt like you
would."
His voice was low, as if he too was questioning how he could have known her preferences so well.
But soon, he brushed off the confusion and turned his attention to choosing the freshest chicken thighs for his
daughter.
Marguerite watched him from the side, captivated. His hands were attractive_ veins slightly protruding, fingers
long and defined, the kind any girl would admire.
Yet, it was these strong hands that were now delicately sorting through the chicken, a contrast to his rugged
appearance.
But the more Marguerite observed, the more puzzled she became.
Silas had been through a fire, but why were his injuries so localized? Most burn victims she'd seen had scars
scattered across their bodies due to the spreading flames.
Yet, Silas's scars were confined to the lower half of his face, his neck and everything else untouched.
It just didn't add up.
Looking into his eyes, she couldn't help but ask, "Silas, I'm really curious about what you looked like before the
burn."
He continued selecting chicken, unsurprised by her knowledge of his past injuries.
Without looking up, he asked, "Why the curiosity?"
"Do you know your eyes resemble my husband's? I'm wondering if the rest of you does too, before the accident.
Do you have any photos?"
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