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.”

accident, I overheard at the hospital that the pills Ms. Yuna took in her

tumed around, and looked

supplement for sleep, and its effects are very mild. According to the doctor, the vitamins Ms. Yuna took afterward completely neutralized the effects

“What are you implying?”

was

only continue, “Mr. Winston, it’s possible that Ms. Yuna never intended to commit suicide at

Mr. Winston had been

1 see.

That’s Mr.

attempt had nothing to do with Marguerite. You misunderstood Marguerite. Dont

she ever apologize for getting pregnant

aback and didn’t know

in the wrong for carrying another man’s

a circle of smoke, then look out a photo from his pocket, “Investigate how this necklace

and was surprised to see it was the sapphire necklace

Mr. Winston starting

sighed, didn’t say anything else,

day

with Smiley and they met at the Bluebell Bistro for steak. The sight of Smiley made

long T–shirt barely covered her white shorts, paired with matching sneakers. The color was bright,

name, was truly making others

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

her big, watery eyes. “You ghosted me on our

fault,