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.

her usual strong facade was gone. Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably, her slender

they arrived at the entrance of

fare, her voice choked

hastily got out of the car, pushed open the black iron

of the estate.

was so desperate to explain, but she followed that impulse

no emotional foundation between

But she was wrong.

any dignity left,” she felt a pain so deep she couldn’t breathe, let alone catch her

want Frederick to misunderstand, so she had to tell him

he could forgive her or not, she had to

ten minutes, the

she knocked on

answered the door and was startled at her appearance, “Marguerite, what happened to

Frederick? I need to see

Mr. Winston doesn’t

Chuck desperately, “I have something important to

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