Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 174

Seeing Frederick’s obvious hesitation, Yuna took advantage of the situation to tightly hug Frederick’s waist, sobbing and whimpenng.

Freddie, I am the one who loves you most! It was me who brought you bread fifteen years ago! Marguerite just scalded herself, what’s the big deal? Why are you so nervous? Freddie, I am your fiancée! I was the one who wanted to marry you, not her! Please, I beg you, don’t go looking for her, I beg you…”

Yuna spoke with tears streaming down her face, causing the man’s waist to become damp and his body rigid.

His foot, which had just stepped forward, hesitated, unsure whether to retreat or continue forward.

Meanwhile, at the other end.

Miley, flushed with anger, grabbed the walter’s collar. In her excitement, she accidentally spat in his face.

“You did that on purpose! We ordered drinks, we didn’t need extra water! You poured the water, that’s fine, but it was boiling hot! Tell me, did someone order you to do this?”

“Miss I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to! I would never have done it if I knew she was pregnant!”

Miley immediately caught on to his slip, “So you admit it! What exactly were you planning to do?”

became even more nervous,

can you! I’ll answer for you! You knew the water was hot, and you planned to pour it on her! I

don’t know anything I really don’t know anything.

He wasn’t lying.

room at all. She asked him to do it and he did it

he know

he had known, he wouldn’t have dared to

crowd gathered around, Marguerite remained silent, staring at her wet leg, enduring

happened so suddenly, when the boiling water touched her skin, Marguerite didn’t

only lasted a second, followed

to her jeans.

fight, continued to confront the waiter, her

She reached out and grabbed Miley’s hand, struggling to say, “Don’t make it hard

He did it on purpose! I saw it clearly, this man went to the private room and whispered with Yuna, then came out and

bit her lip, “You

foot, her eyes shooting daggers, “I’m going to complain to Mr. Winston! You may endure it, but I can’t!

Marguerite quickly grabbed Miley’s hand, lowered her voice and pleaded, “Don’t go! He

earler, Frederick won’t care

it would make her look like