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.”

you, don’t

in despair, “Frederick, do I need

other hand forced her face to turn towards him, questioning her word by word. “Do you think I would let an elderly woman who just recovered

“What does this man want me to say? Nothing seems to

do you want me to say? You tell me, and I’ll

my limit! If you don’t tell me the truth, I’ll make you

gazed at the man’s grim and malicious face, filled with a determination that seemed like it wanted to end her

lip tightly, her

and anger completely enveloped

so many times, but

explaining over and over again, it would be better to just give up and end this war

with tears, but she was full of defiance: “Yes, I admit it, I lied alright. Laverne is Yuna’s grandmother, and she

Frederick’s eyes, he clearly didn’t expect Marguerite, who was just

you

Didn’t he just want to hear

what he wanted to hear,

still puzzled why

away carelessly, raising an eyebrow with a

like to snatch Yuna’s things, I snatched her man, what’s