NovelFameChapter 895
Marguerite had been sulking the entire way up the trail, ignoring the man completely. No matter what the kids
said or did, she kept her head down and pressed forward, determined to avoid him, to keep her distance, to have
nothing to do with him at all.
But somehow, that only made the uneasy knot in her chest twist tighter.
This stifled, frustrated feeling was so much worse than when Maurice used to force her to look after him-it was a
hundred, a thousand times more intense.
Why did she care this much? That couldn't be a good sign.
Marguerite realized, with a jolt, that her emotions now seemed entirely tangled up with Silas. And Silas was not
Frederick; she absolutely refused to let herself fall into that trap again.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt
The mountain path wasn't especially steep, but the hike was long. By the tMarguerite and Hayes finally
reached their tented hotel, the sun was beating down at its fiercest.
She was drenched in sweat, so exhausted she lost her appetite entirely. All she wanted was a shower. She
slipped into her room, washed away the grand heat, then collapsed onto the bed.
Through the transparent ceiling, she could see the endless blue sky. Outside, a camphor tree cast a deep green
shade over the rounded edge of the tent, keeping the harsh sunlight at bay. For a moment, everything felt
peaceful and comfortable.
Hayes soon cto fetch her for dinner, but the mere thought of facing Silas again sent another wave of
frustration crashing through her. She shook her head and declined, burrowing into the blankets for a nap instead.
The climb had truly wiped her out; Marguerite didn't just nap-she slept straight through to nightfall.
When she finally woke, her body felt sticky and overheated, sweat clinging to her skin.
Hayes was sprawled at the bedside, his bright eyes fixed on her as he asked, "Mommy, you've slept all day.
Aren't you hungry? Want to go out for something to eat?"
Now that he mentioned it, her stomach did start to rumble. She sat up, not bothering to check the time,
assuming it had to be dinnertby now.
She ruffled Hayes' soft hair. "Wait outside for me, honey. Mommy's going to change real quick."
Hayes nodded enthusiastically. “Okay!"
He dashed out, practically skipping. Marguerite peeled off her clothes and slipped into a light silk blouse The v-
neck showed off her elegant collarbones without being the least bit revealing. She tucked the gold pendant of
her sapphire necklace under the fabric, then headed out to find Hayes.
Each room in the hotel was its own private tent, opening directly into the lush forest. As soon as Marguerite
stepped outside, a cool breeze greeted her, fresh and soothing against her skin.
But Hayes wasn't waiting by the door. Marguerite glanced around, then spotted a small outdoor kitchen setup
not far off, a gas stove glowing beneath a string of lights.
Silas was there, sleeves rolled, moving with the easy confidence of a seasoned chef as he cooked.
Margot caught sight of Marguerite and called out in a sweet, excited whisper, "Ms. Marguerite, chave a
midnight snack with us! My dad's making noodles-he even poached an egg! It smells amazing!"
The whole scene struck Marguerite with a dizzying sense of déja vu. Hadn't something just like this happened
long ago?
In a heartbeat, Margot's chubby, smiling face blurred and overlapped with Teresa's in her mind.
Her thoughts drifted back to a night three years ago.
That night, Teresa had messaged her to cdownstairs for a late-night snack. When Marguerite arrived in the
kitchen, she found Frederick at the stove, cooking.
Teresa's eyes shone as she'd whispered, "Mommy, Daddy made us a midnight supper! He's cooking noodles, and
he poached two eggs-it smells so good!"
Visit our social media platform to read fascinating stories every day and connect with the community!
