WantNovelChapter 781
She shook her head, her brain swirling into dizziness, leaving her no choice but to slump onto the desk for a brief
respite.
Mr. Perry, already at his wits' end with Marguerite, suddenly harbored sinister thoughts.
"If I could get this woman into bed, it wouldn't just be a devastating blow to her personally."
He could also use the affair to blackmail her, squeezing out a hefty sum in the process!
Thinking this, Mr. Perry's eyes gleamed rat-like as he naturally rose to help Marguerite from her seat, saying:
"Mr. Ward, please go ahead and eat. I'll find a place for her to rest and cback later."
Silas, however, grabbed his hand in a firm grip, his thin lips uttering three words: "Don't touch her."
Feeling the threat from the man, Mr. Perry's body jolted.
"Mr. Ward, what do you mean? She's had too much to drink; she needs to rest."
Silas simply pulled Marguerite into his arms, "I'll take her."
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Mr. Perry was fuming!
What exactly was the relationship between these two?
Angry yet unable to vent in front of Silas, Mr. Perry could only watch as Silas lifted Marguerite in his arms and,
without sparing anyone a second glance, left with her. It was infuriating!
Of course, Marguerite had no clue what had transpired, only feeling herself
drifting in and out of consciousness before being enveloped in a warm, reassuring embrace.
Strangely, she could smell Frederick's scent in this embrace.
When she woke, it was the next morning.
Marguerite lay on a soft, large bed, her body aching as she stared at the ceiling.
The sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the spacious room, slightly dazzling Marguerite.
Realizing from the room's layout that she was in a hotel suite, she wondered:
A hotel?
Why was she in a hotel?
She quickly glanced beside her, noticing the unmistakable impression of someone having slept there.
Beneath the pillow next to hers, there was a strip of painkillers with several pills missing.
Painkillers?
Why did they look so familiar?
As Marguerite pondered, a gentle male voice suddenly floated from behind her.
"Awake?"
Turning toward the voice, Marguerite saw Silas and immediately felt a tingling in her scalp.
He was still dressed in last night's white shirt and sky-blue jeans, looking surprisingly sunny under the light.
If one could overlook the scars from burns on his face, he'd pass for the perfect man straight out of a Western
.
His chestnut hair dripped with water droplets, evidently fresh from a shower.
The painkillers were Silas's.
Could it be that he was the one who had slept beside her last night?
Instinctively, Marguerite lifted the thin blanket, seeing her clothes intact, and breathed a sigh of relief.
That scared her!
But just to be safe, Marguerite looked at him and ventured, "Last night... did we..."
She couldn't finish her question, stopping midway.
The man, arms crossed, leisurely teased her, "Last night, what?"
Marguerite bit her lower lip, her fingers curling into a fist as she blurted out, "Nothing happened, right?"
Instead of answering directly, he countered, "Are your limbs sore?"
Marguerite moved her limbs and honestly nodded, "Sore."
"Is your back aching?"
"Aching."
The man looked at her, his smile brighter than the sunlight.
"If that's the case, why askanything at all?"
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