Bride behind the mask novel (Marguerite) novel Chapter 782

Maggie's reaction was swift, her disbelief skyrocketing into a loud exclamation:

"Everything that should and shouldn't have happened, happened?"

"Yes."

"That’s impossible!"

"Why is it impossible? Moreover, it was quite intense."

Suddenly, guilt surged within her heart.

Maggie felt she had betrayed Fred, uncontrollably rising to her feet and, with a swift motion, slapped Silas across the face.

"Scoundrel!"

Breathing heavily, her gaze upon him was fiery with rage.

Yet, inexplicably, she didn't see a trace of anger on his face. Instead, his eyes conveyed an indescribable pain.

His pain made Maggie feel sorrowful, and she always seemed to find a glimpse of Fred in his eyes.

Though it was only the eyes that resembled Fred's, Maggie couldn't help but feel as if Fred was right there with her.

And so, as she kept looking, she started to question herself - should she have not hit him?

This conflicted emotion frustrated Maggie, leaving her no choice but to sit back down on the bed, turning her back to him.

Silas took a couple of steps closer to Maggie, seemingly wanting to touch the top of her head as one would pet a cat.

Yet, he managed to restrain this desire deep down.

"It was you who initiated it, and you who slapped me. What do you have to be angry about?"

"I initiated?" Maggie turned around, disbelief painted all over her face. "What did I even do?"

Silas chuckled, "You called me 'honey'."

Maggie: "???"

"Absolutely!"

Maggie blurted out, but Silas just had to pull out a contract and toss it into her hands: "Unfortunately, I can't grant you that wish."

Looking at the contract, Maggie felt a numbness spreading from her scalp to her heart.

So, was she to understand that her collaboration with the venture capital mogul was secured through her body?

Suddenly, she felt an overwhelming urge to cry, mentally apologizing to Fred countless times, yet finding no way to atone for her mistake.

Seeing the woman's almost tearful plight, Silas's heart softened.

Had his joke gone too far?

Was she really so easily deceived?

His demeanor softened, his face donning a conciliatory smile, his tone gentle, "Alright, I was just teasing you. It was all a joke."