Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 847

Marguerite instinctively struggled against the hold, but the man's grip was too strong, locking her in an embrace that felt like he wanted to merge her with his very being.

"Marguerite..."

Huh?

The man's voice was deep and velvety, like the rich notes of a cello, and it caught Marguerite off guard. It was only then she realized that the man holding her was Silas.

"Could you let me go, please?"

"I missed you so much."

He was tall, enveloping her completely, and Marguerite still couldn't see Silas's expression. But she imagined it must be a mixture of sadness and longing because his voice had carried a hint of heartache.

Marguerite knew she should push him away, but there was something comforting and familiar about his embrace, something she had missed.

Silas had never held her like this before, yet she felt oddly at home in his arms. She found herself surrendering, resting her forehead against his chest.

Just as she took a deep breath, Stella's exasperated voice broke the moment as she hurried into the room:

"Can you two lovebirds tone it down a bit? Maurice hasn't left yet!"

Silas reluctantly released her, and Marguerite noticed the blinds were drawn tightly, sealing them in the room. Stella stood by a window, cautiously peeking through the slats.

After a few tense minutes, Stella sighed in relief and waved at them.

"Alright, his car took off. But keep it brief—I can't be sure if he's really gone or just lurking."

Stella rolled her eyes, refraining from prying into Marguerite and Silas's relationship, and plopped down at a desk, fiddling with a camcorder.

Silas chuckled softly, "Do we look like we're sneaking around?"

Marguerite playfully punched his chest, "Who'd want to sneak around with you?"

She put a bit of force into it, unsure if Silas felt anything, but her knuckles sure did.