Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 281

Ten minutes later, the funeral commenced on schedule.

A few workers gently lowered Leveme’s crystal coffin into the grave, carefully arranging the mementos on top of the casket lid

The officiant mumbled words that Marguerite couldn’t understand, but she knew they were wishes of goodwill towards her grandmother

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she didn’t let them fall freely.

Yuna, on the other hand, was sobbing uncontrollably. She knelt on the grass, her cries piercing and shrill.

Frederick stayed by Marguente’s side, his arm comforting around her shoulders, whispering. “If you need to cry, it’s okay to let it out.”

Marguente shook her head, a determined smile on her lips, “I can’t cry Grandmother didn’t like seeing me cry. Look how sunny it is today, she loved sunbathing I believe heaven must be even more beautiful than here.”

Touched by her optimism, Frederick’s hand gently soothed her shoulders

Meanwhile, Yuna watched enviously from the ground, her face distorted with jealousy

herself, thinking Frederick was simply pitying

he was going to confess his love to

off the gardenia from her chest and

grandmother’s smiling picture, Marguerite couldn’t help but smile too, “Grandma, I picked this gardenia for you from the hill behind our house this moming. You always said you preferred the countryside to the city and were disappointed the gardenias hadn’t

did bloom late But, do you know why? Because they were

to heaven and scout out the place, but don’t have too much fun without

words were simple but heartfelt, leaving Miley in

comforted her, holding her closely and cleaning her

remained calm, just like her

Miley quickly pushed Robert away, and Marguente said softly.

to the parking lot, with Robert

entrance, Frederick wanted to check the confession site one last

to her, “You go home

going to confess his feelings

the parking lot belong to my bodyguards. You can get into any of

Miley, and asked, “Do you want to

Robert and quickly refused, “No, no, I drove

Marguerite’s secret, and it wouldn’t be right to do so in front

lot and got into the last Mercedes–Benz business

a black velvet suit carrying a bouquet of