Bride behind the mask novel (Marguerite) novel Chapter 797

The gentleman released her with a grace that seemed almost out of place in the modest living room, his eyes flicking to the broom Marguerite held in her hands. A chuckle escaped him as he asked, "Thought you had a burglar on your hands?"

Marguerite nodded earnestly in response.

His smile deepened, amusement clear in his voice. "What kind of burglar breaks in only to cook dinner?"

With that, he turned and left the room. Marguerite, curiosity getting the better of her, dropped the broom and followed him into the dining room. The sight that greeted her was a simple yet comforting spread of three dishes and a soup, with a steaming bowl of porridge taking pride of place at the head of the table.

"You shouldn't take your medicine on an empty stomach. Go ahead, eat."

Finding Silas in her home was surprising enough, but the fact that he had cooked for her was utterly unexpected.

She didn't ask him to leave. Instead, she took a seat at the table, her curiosity piqued. "You haven't told me, how did you get in?"

"Typed in the code."

"How did you know my code?"

Silas picked up the medicine box from the coffee table and took out a thermometer, checking Marguerite's temperature without so much as glancing at her. "You punched it in yesterday when I was here. Hard to miss."

She was taken aback. "You watched me on purpose?"

Finally meeting her gaze, Silas's eyes twinkled with mischief. "Watch your words. Your code was all sixes and eights, pretty hard to overlook."

Marguerite had never bothered with a complex password, confident in her apartment's security system. Little did she expect to attract such a peculiar individual.

He strode over, setting the water cup beside her and expertly retrieved the pills from her palm, popping them into his mouth instead.

Marguerite felt a warmth spread through her cheeks, her head spinning slightly as she noted the label on the pill packet—painkillers.

She frowned at him, concern evident. "What's wrong with you? Why are you always taking painkillers?"

Why, indeed?

If only she knew, it was because seeing her brought an ache that no medicine could cure.

Silas merely lifted his gaze, locking eyes with her in a moment that seemed to stretch on indefinitely.