NovelApexChapter 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."
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Finding Silas in her hwas 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 | was here. Hard to miss."
She was taken aback. "You watchedon 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.
Too tired to argue, she focused on her porridge, but Silas's next words, light yet reprimanding, reached her ears.
"A woman living alone with no sense of security. Next ta burglar comes in, you won't even know it."
Marguerite's look was full of defiance. "The burglar is already here."
Silas continued to smile, playing along. "Yes, | am that burglar."
In that moment, Marguerite's irritation and petulance dissipated. She remembered something Frederick had
written in his letter—something about being a spy, desiring to uncover all her secrets.
For the umpteenth time, she found traces of Frederick in Silas, and her heart ached with a mix of emotions.
She quickly finished her porridge, leaving the rest of the dishes untouched due to her lack of appetite.
Silas soon handed her spills, instructing, "Take two of these, three of those, and drink the mix afterward."
He went to get shot water, and upon returning, found Margeruite mistakenly taking sof his pale yellow
pills. "You've got the wrong ones; those are mine."
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.
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