Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 212

Frederick, noting the bruises on Jocelyn, his already Gomber face darned even more “What happened?

Joonyn stood up, glancing at Marguente out of the comer of her eye at the fabricated a tale, I fall down the stairs by accident Marguente happened to be nearby and I had her get me some medication”

Inderick clearly held doubts about her story, his gaze furned to Marguerite, intense and probing. Really?”

His piercing stare, carrying an aura of having seen it all, made Marguerite’s heart race

She hesitated, then came back to her senses nervously touching her earlobe, “yes”

“Why did you leave the house and come here?”

Jocelyn avoided his gaze. “Your father was discharged from the hospital today Lisette went to pick him up this morning I had nothing to do at home, so I decided

to take a walk”

Has Maurice been back?”

Jocelyn shook her head. He hasn’t been home since he returned to the country But I guess he must have met with your father”

Frederick’s expression remained unchanged, but Marguerite clearly sensed his dissatisfaction Otherwise, he wouldn’t have walked over to the window to light a cigarette

Frederick for two months, she had quickly learned his habits

he was upset,

him, “Frederick, Marguerite is pregnant, put out the

belly and walked

and Marguerite quickly shook her head, whispering, “It’s okay, ma’am, let him smoke by the window I wont m The child in her belly wasn’t his, he didn’t owe her any

at Jocelyn, and Jocelyn looked at Frederick. The backs of the mother son duo were within Marguentes sight, which filled he and

express. Despite having a son who

Powell and Frederick but also shielded Frederick from most of the family turmo Everything she did was

this seemingly steady life was chattered

felt overwhelmingly quilty, but at the same time, she

elancholy

the perfume market, then Fragrance Finesse would be the first shot Maurice fed Marguente would do her best

domestic wat

continued to

glanced at the time and began to usher them out, “Frederick, I should be going Let’s go downstairs together, and you

out his last cigarette and immediately tumed

walk slowly The atmosphere was oppressive, and Marguente wanted

events a secret If anything like this

hand, touched

couple but felt she

old house himself, but because of Marguentes presence, Jocelyn was afroid that Powell would

and

into the luzunous Rolls Royce, the confined