Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 150

Frederick’s abrupt question took Marguente by surprise.

The way he asked, it was as if he knew all along about her sapphire necklace.

But she had lost that necklace, so there was no way Frederick could have seen it around Yuna’s neck.

¦ Perhaps he was just following up on the shop owner’s comment.

Tlost It Marguerite admitted, her eyes betraying her unease

Frederick’s eyes tumed ley upon hearing this

Marguerits was puzzled Why was he getting so worked up over her fost necklace?

Especially when Yuna didn’t even have it in the first place

Marguente ruminated on this, suddenly regretting bringing Frederick to this photo studio.

To Frederick, she was Yuno, but to the shop owner, she was Marguerite.

Even though the owner didn’t know her real name.

What surprised her was that the shop owner remembered things from many years agol

he continued to talk, her cover

subject “Sir, it’s almost midnight. It’s my birthday

quickly put down his pipe. “No problem! Sit over there, the same seaside backdrop

agreed white Frederick’s brows furrowed

photo studio

was as though Frederick had been transported back to

but seeing the excitement in the woman before him, he didn’t want to let her down, so he went along with

the shop owner then motioned for them to get closer, “Move in a

awkwardly shifted towards the center, but the shop owner

smile a

up straight,

get. Every lime she moved closer to him, her heart rate

the shop owner

you took photos with your grandma! Whats

around Marguerite and pulled her

Click-

clicked, and the shop owner said with satisfaction, “Nice! Looks like a wedding photo! Do you guys want to take a few

shrugged her shoulder, and Frederick’s arm

will take about a week to develop the photo. Is your

Marguerite answered politely, then got up and walked

the power and walked over to Marguerite. “Miss, do you still have the photos you took here

old photos were kept by

the big fire, they pulled out all their photos, but after

them

memory, she couldn’t remember anything about herself,