Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 132

Frederick bolted out the back door. By the time Marguerite chased after him, all she saw was his taillights disappearing into the night.

His abrupt departure left her flabbergasted. She even took a tumble, but he didn’t stop.

Her gown was torn, her delicate skin scraped raw. The pain made her arm and hand burn.

Picking herself up off the ground, she kicked off her high heels and began the challenging trek outside the mansion.

Luckily, the Winston Mansion wasn’t far from the city. Marguerite quickly hailed a taxi and gave the driver the address to Sapphire Valley Estates.

The driver glanced at Marguerite through the rearview mirror, his eyes widened in surprise.

His shock wasn’t unwarranted. Marguerite’s white gown was stained and torn in places from her fall. Plus, she’d been running barefoot, her feet bloody.

The sight was heartbreaking.

Marguerite, her usual strong facade was gone. Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably, her slender shoulders trembling with

they arrived at the entrance

her voice choked with tears, “Keep the

got out of the car, pushed

heart of the estate. Marguerite ran panting,

was so desperate to explain, but she followed that

foundation between her and Frederick, she

But she was wrong.

pregnant, the moment he coldly asked, “Do you have any dignity left,” she felt a pain so deep

to misunderstand, so she had to tell him

forgive her or not, she had

the villa finally came

she knocked on

was startled at her appearance, “Marguerite, what happened

past him, “Where’s Frederick?

Lockwood, Mr. Winston doesn’t want to

was taken aback, then turned to Chuck desperately, “I have something

belly isn’t Mr. Winston’s. What else do you want to say? He’s already done you a favor by not being angry. So, you want to barge in, and recount the whole story, just to make him