NovelFastChapter 839
Silas felt like he had an answer, but he wasn't ready to admit it.
Marguerite quickly fetched a bottle of perffrom the bedroom, coldly pressing
it into Silas's hand with an air of detachment.
"Mr. Ward, here's what you asked for. The project's already underway, so you don't need to worry about it. It's
getting late; you should head hand get srest."
Her words were a clear dismissal, but the sadness in Silas's eyes kept him rooted
to the spot.
Marguerite was desperate to get him to leave!
She shot him a look that said it all.
What are you waiting for?
Just go!
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If he didn't leave soon, Maurice would definitely start asking questions!
To be honest, she'd always turned a blind eye when Maurice chased away the men hovering around her.
She didn't like too many guys hanging around, so whether they stayed or left didn't matter to her.
But she didn't want Silas to get hurt.
She couldn't explain why.
They stood in silence for a long tuntil Silas finally spoke, "Do you really wantto go?"
Marguerite's expression cracked for a moment. She steadied herself and responded in a businesslike manner.
"Mr. Ward, what do you mean? My humble abode isn't fit for guests, I'm afraid."
Silas let out a self-deprecating laugh.
He'd been foolish.
She probably didn't want the other guy to get the wrong idea.
Silas nodded slightly and turned to leave.
But Maurice's unexpected voice stopped him in his tracks. "Hey, Silas, how's that headache of yours?"
Silas spun around, and Marguerite felt a tense string snap in her mind.
Silas might not have caught anything off, but Marguerite did.
Maurice had wanted to do business with Silas for a while and had thoroughly investigated his background.
Everyone in the industry called him "Mr. Ward," but Maurice just had to call him "Silas."
It was a clear attempt to knock him down a peg, a challenge.
"You know who I am?"
Maurice nodded, "I was at the engagement party."
He was there?
With Maurice's remark, Silas recalled the memory.
The man standing next to Marguerite that day—it was him.
Their relationship wasn't just casual, it seemed.
Silas's fingers dug into his palm, but he didn't let Marguerite see any of it.
"Ah, | see. I'm doing much better now, thanks."
"Silas, you're so hands-on, even coming to pick up a sample yourself. But you should leave these tasks to your
assistant next time. It's late, and if your fiancée finds out, she might get the wrong idea. Don't you think?"
Hayes stood frozen, holding his breath.
Even a kid could feel the tension in the air, and Marguerite was worried they'd start arguing.
Her hand reached for Maurice's arm, her voice softening, "Con, aren't you going to let him get srest?"
Marguerite had never been this forward with him before. Her touch was gentle, not intimate, even a bit
defensive.
Maurice glanced at her delicate fingers, sensing her vulnerability, but knew it was for another man.
Annoyed, he took her wrist in his hand and slowly moved her palm away from his
arm.
"I haven't finished my conversation with Silas."
Chapter 839
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