Bride behind the mask novel (Marguerite) novel Chapter 789

"Look familiar to you?"

"I can't quite place it, but he definitely has that ‘I'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."

"I 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 same allure as Frederick. Marguerite couldn't help but feel a sense of déjà vu around him.

But she was grateful, at least, that no one recognized her.

People always noticed a handsome man 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.

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?"