Bride behind the mask novel (Marguerite) novel Chapter 850

In the video, Silas's face was as cold as ice.

Marguerite had never seen him so fierce before. Every time she met him, he was always the embodiment of tenderness and warmth.

She watched as Silas refused to cooperate with Stella's treatment plan, avoiding every question she posed.

Until Stella, visibly frustrated, blurted out, "Mr. Ward, if you don't cooperate, I can't report back to Marguerite!"

A flicker of light briefly crossed the man's harsh expression, quickly replaced by a self-mocking smile. "Why would Marguerite care about my condition? Heartless woman."

"Mr. Ward, if she were truly heartless, would she have hired me to treat you? She's tighter than a drum with money, yet she's already paid your medical bills in full. If you don't cooperate, she'll definitely ask for a refund! Please, sir, don't make my job harder than it already is!"

"Getting my cooperation is simple."

"What?"

Silas looked at her, his tone one of unyielding resolve. "Bring her here."

The video abruptly cut off.

Marguerite watched, feeling both speechless and helpless. Silas was acting like a stubborn child, yet she didn't find it entirely unwelcome.

Stella put away the camera and glanced at Marguerite, suddenly speaking up:

"Before you came, I told Silas you were being kept under house arrest by Maurice. Do you know what he wanted to do when he found out?"

Stella's tone was full of gossip, and Marguerite looked at her blankly, shaking her head.

"He wanted to come and rescue you with a team of bodyguards!"

"I had to lay it out for him, saying you've got family, a kid even. Even if he managed to whisk you away from Maurice, what about them? Are they supposed to live in hiding forever? After that, he promised not to act recklessly. That's why I came up with the idea to bring you here."

Marguerite felt a wave of frustration, her instinct was to avoid the topic.

She met Stella's gaze with a complex expression. "Don't tell me about his issues next time."

Stella was taken aback, "You're really that cold-hearted? Why? Freddie’s gone, you could move on, you know."

"I haven't thought about remarrying."

Stella glanced at Marguerite, a smile playing on her lips.

"Let's be honest, you liked Freddie, right? But don't you see a bit of Freddie in Silas? You really don't find that odd at all?"