Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 93

Marguerite didn’t expect Frederick to barge in, but his intentions were crystal clear.

If it wasn’t to fight for Yuna’s so–called justice, then what?

But Marguerite had been heartbroken all day, feeling exhausted and drained.

Right now, all she wanted was to crawl into bed and let her feelings out, whether it meant crying or screaming. In the end, it was her own business.

“Can we talk about this tomorrow? I don’t want to argue with you,” Marguerite said wearily, her face showing exhaustion.

Facing her resistance, Frederick’s anger flared up even more, starting off with a bang.

“Well, so you’re wallowing in self–pity because you got exposed by the person involved? Marguerite, weren’t you good at putting on a show? Weren’t you good at smooth talking? If grandma hadn’t woken up today, how long were you planning to deceive me?”

The continuous heartache had already drained Marguerite of her strength to argue back. Her face darkened, and she asked him faintly, “What did I deceive you about?”

“Why did you say Laverne is your family?” The man’s knee pressed against Marguerite’s thigh, immobilizing her.

“She has always been my family, there’s no need for me to say it. It’s an unchangeable fact.”

don’t

turned her face away and closed her eyes, letting out a deep sigh in despair,

questioning her word by word. “Do you think I would let an elderly woman who just recovered from a serious illness do such

want me to say? Nothing seems to please

smile: “Alright, what do you want me to say? You tell me, and I’ll repeat

Don’t push me to my limit! If you don’t tell

and malicious face, filled with a determination that seemed like it wanted to

her lower lip tightly, her eyes were

humiliation and anger completely enveloped

Yuna so many times, but

it would be better to just give

“Yes, I admit it, I lied alright. Laverne is Yuna’s grandmother, and she has nothing to

of surprise flashed in Frederick’s eyes, he clearly didn’t

would you do

he just want to hear her admit

what he wanted

was still puzzled why the

tear crossed Marguerite’s cheek and she wiped it away carelessly, raising an eyebrow with a light

Yuna’s things, I snatched her man, what’s wrong with snatching