Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 859

In a split second, it was as if a bullet had struck the man right between the eyes—every nerve in his brain jolted to life, electricity crackling beneath his skin.

A woman’s silhouette flickered in his mind, faint and elusive, always just out of focus.

No matter how hard he tried, her face stayed blurred, an apparition he couldn’t grasp.

The deeper he chased the memory, the sharper the pain in his head became.

Cold sweat broke out across his body as he forced out two words through gritted teeth: “I don’t know.”

Stella had heard Marguerite mention how terrifying Silas looked when he had one of his headaches, but witnessing it firsthand was another thing entirely. She was so startled, she could hardly move.

His face had gone ghostly pale, eyes hollow with pain, and even his broad-shouldered frame was trembling. For a moment, Stella feared he might collapse right here in her office. Panicking, she grabbed a glass of warm water and rushed to his side.

“Painkillers! Do you have any painkillers with you?”

Silas shook his head, the effort making him wince. “None.”

Stella fumbled for her phone. “Hang on! I’ll call emergency services!”

But Silas caught her wrist in a surprisingly firm grip, his voice strained: “Don’t. Not yet. There’s a bottle of cologne in my coat pocket—get it for me.”

She stared at him, bewildered, but dug into his coat anyway, pulling out a travel-sized bottle. “Are you serious? You want to spritz cologne right now?”

“Just do it!” he snapped, eyes squeezed shut in agony.

Stella didn’t dare argue. She sprayed the cologne twice in front of his face. A fresh, crisp scent filled the air, cutting through the tension and sinking straight into his lungs.