Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 184

Lale unto the night, Seaside Manor.

After resuming from the hospital, Frederick stood before the floor to ceiling windown on the second floor, gazing out at the tranquil waves in deep thought.

The grand mantion was shrouded in darkness, void of any servants, making it seem particularly desolate

Chuck approached with reverence, reporting. “Mr. Winston, Marguerite arrived home three hours ago. According to Sadie, she fell asleep after taking her medication. She should be able to walk normally by tomorrow”

1 sex” Fredenck puffed on his cigar one after another, showing no inclination to speak.

Yuna’s proposal to build a relationship was suffocating him, but since she seemed hell–bent on it, he decided to play along for a while.

After all, Frederick himself was curious whether he could fall in love with another woman again

If not, then whom did he love? Marguerite?

The more Frederick pondered, the more restless he became, his handsome eyebrows furrowing tightly.

Chuck lingered, observing Frederick’s expression. After a moment of hesitation, he finally decided to report what he had leamed at the hospital

“Mr. Winston”

“Speak.”

at the hospital that the pills Ms. Yuna took in her suicide

paused, tumed around, and looked

are very mild. According to the doctor, the vitamins Ms. Yuna took afterward completely neutralized the effects of the

“What are you implying?”

was

continue, “Mr. Winston, it’s possible that Ms. Yuna never intended to commit suicide at all. She did it just to call you

Mr. Winston had been to Marguerite

1 see.

it? That’s Mr. Winston’s

Ms. Yuna’s suicide attempt had nothing to do with Marguerite. You misunderstood Marguerite.

she ever apologize for getting pregnant behind

and didn’t know

the wrong for carrying another

a circle of smoke, then look out a photo from his pocket,

glanced down and was surprised to see it was the sapphire necklace Yuna

Winston starting to

didn’t say anything else, and respectfully

day

and they met at the Bluebell Bistro for steak. The

pink long T–shirt barely covered her white shorts, paired with matching sneakers. The color was bright, but it looked just night

her name,

Something came up. When I got there, you had already left, and you didn’t respond to my messages. Are

me on our first date. Are

fault, I