Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 19

The guy was full of intimidation. Although Marguerite was a bit rattled, she quickly clarified, “It was Mr. Fitzgerald who brought me here.”

Frederick’s face changed slightly, his eyes sparking like a torch. This Robert was a real pain in the ass. He shot Marguerite a glare before ringing up Robert, his irate voice loaded with gunpowder, “I need an explanation!”

Robert chuckled on the other end of the line, responding with a jest, “You got it all wrong! Marguerite is your wife, yet you let me handle her. I thought to myself, that I can’t stash someone else’s wife at my place, can I?”

“Take her back wherever you picked her up from. You’ve got ten minutes. Don’t make me lose it.”

Frederick was like a cheetah, inducing fear. But being Frederick’s doctor, Robert knew how to get his mind. He was always within Frederick’s comfort zone. “Frederick, do I need to spell it out? How Marguerite became your wife, how you can smell her perfume, aren’t you curious? There must be some hidden truths around here. The closer you keep her, the closer you are to the truth.”

Robert’s words woke Frederick up like a splash of cold water.

Yesterday, he could have let Marguerite go since her background was clean as a whistle. But today’s perfume incident revealed that she wasn’t as simple as her profile suggested.

What puzzled him the most wasn’t why he could smell Marguerite’s perfume, but why her perfume smelled exactly like the one Yuna had on that night. If it wasn’t for the clear CCTV footage showing Yuna was the woman with him, he would have suspected Marguerite!

out the source of that scent, he couldn’t

to reality, massaging his forehead with his long fingers, “I

his icy face seemed indifferent, “I can let

a puzzled expression. Did he just change his mind? What did Robert tell him? But she had no other place to go, it

“Please say it.”

at the company know we’re living in the same house. And third, the most important one, you can’t claim

you get it twisted?

on her feet, knowing Frederick doubted her identity, she

No way. She never acknowledged

Her effort to push him away didn’t seem like she was up to something. He gave her a glance, then turned

“Yes, Mr. Winston.”

he was deep in thought. Marguerite seemed genuine, there wasn’t a

man like Frederick. She was just taking shelter here, and she would try her best to avoid Frederick during

call came in. The number was hidden, it was so careful it reminded her of

Frederick by now.

was metallic, making it