Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 100

Laverne took Yuna’s hand and strolled out. She then stopped and said to Chuck with a casual tone, “Hey, Chuck, come with us!”

Chuck couldn’t just leave Laverne in Yuna’s hands. He had a hunch that Yuna might be playing nice with Laverne, so he accepted it and tagged along.

Soon the villa fell into an eerie silence.

Marguerite stood alone in the middle of the living room. The opulence of the massive house made her figure look even more lonesome.

Neither Frederick nor her grandma glanced at her when they left. She felt like a small fry that everyone overlooked.

At that moment, Sadie descended from upstairs with a neatly folded bathrobe and towel. She related Marguerite’s bad mood to her quarrel with Mr. Winston the night before.

She stopped beside Marguerite and asked tentatively. “Miss Lockwood, Mr. Winston is at the estate’s pool. Maybe you should go see him?”

Marguerite snapped back to reality. She bypassed Sadie and headed for the stairs, “No need.”

“Miss Lockwood!” Sadie called out to Marguerite in a sincere tone, “Have you ever wondered why Mr. Winston is upset?”

Marguerite stopped, turned around, and gave her a wry smile, “Does that need a reason?”

Sadie sighed and shoved the bathrobe into Marguerite’s arms.

for almost

then she immediately dismissed it, “Impossible! He thinks I have ulterior motives and only feels disgust towards

admit Mr. Winston hated you in the beginning. But people change. Can’t you see how drastically his attitude has changed? Can’t you

Jealous? Jealous of Steven?

and shook her head violently. “That’s just his

at all, why would he be so possessive?” Sadie frowned, “Miss Lockwood, as an outsider, I

is you won’t be able to divorce until two months later.

swallowing your pride sometimes doesn’t mean you lose your dignity. It’s just to make your upcoming days a bit easier. Sweet–talk him, act a bit coquettish, if Mr.

say; she could only choose to

Marguerite’s place to probe into Frederick’s true thoughts about

had two months before she could divorce Frederick. Since they had to live together, she needed to take

agree, “Lead the way to

and hurried to escort Marguerite to

at the top level of the gym, an open–air

they arrived, Frederick had already swum quite a few laps and was taking a break in the middle of the

wearing swimming trunks so his entire body

on Frederick’s muscles under the sunlight, catching

had a

a firm chest, and eight–pack abs like a fitness

but blush. Her breathing also got

look any longer, she

a bottle of sports drink