Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 262

Frederick, seeing Marguerite in such a state, felt each second passing by was pure agony

He gently wrapped his arms around Marquente, tightly clutching her shoulders, hoping he could offer her a sliver of comfort and strength

“There’s no rush to sign. We’ll come back tomorrow”

Marguente in his arms had long run out of tears, her emotions utterly drained.

She shook her head, her voice hoarse, “Let me go, I can sign. I’ll sign”

Marguerite’s voice was monotone, but her hand trembled uncontrollably.

Her handwnting was shaky but the pressure she applied was forceful enough to make an imprint on the back of the paper, giving Frederick a glimpse into her despair

Laveme’s body had to be kept in the hospital for a day to determine the exact cause of death, so Frederick had no choice but to take Marguerite home first.

Throughout the joumey, Marguente was calm. She didn’t cry, nor did she make a fuss.

Frederick kept silent, knowing that no words could console her wounded heart night now.

Chuck, the co–pilot, was about to turn around to report the situation, but Frederick immediately shook his head at him, signaling him to stay quiet. Instead, Chuck texted Frederick

Laveme. They just landed at Meadow Haven and are on their

who prescribed the medication

[Understood“]

moved through the city streets, caught in

vendors, and Marguerite’s gaze

turned to Frederick, the floodgates of her memories opening wide, and pointed

direction, Fredenck

a child. We were so poor, but I really wanted to eat fres. My grandma would get a

grandma and I found them incredibly delicious, and it made us feel so content” As

being was transported back to her childhood, to that

Frederick’s face to look him in the

ever eaten popcom? The old–fashioned kind, that pops with a loud bang, it’s spectacular! I had it when I was little, my grandma made it

had discarded. One day, when my grandma was napping,

the temperature right, and the machine exploded right in my face, leaving me dazed My grandma

when she saw I wasn’t hurt, she spanked me so

was animated and vivid, but Frederick felt a pang

the more

reminiscence about her own grandmother in relation to Laverne showed how much

passing was a fatal blow

would rather have Marguerite cry and make a fuss, even act

her emotions