Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 289

The sight of Frederick brought a momentary joy to Marguerite.

The man she had been waiting for had finally amved, and she no longer had to face everything alone She yeamed to throw herself into his arms, regardless of whether he loved her or not. She wanted to use his sturdy shoulders as a pillar of support and to pour out her tears, without restraint.

But reason told Marguente that she couldn’t do that. She wasn’t certain if Frederick had overheard her conversation with Maurice, and now that she had taken off her mask, revealing her true face, she hadn’t figured out how to break this to him.

But Frederick’s maction wasn’t as shocked or surprised as she had imagined, as if he had known her true appearance all along

Fredenck stepped forward and took Marguerite’s hand, his authontative tone softened, it was comforting. Til take you home”

Marguente was a bit taken aback, but she followed Frederick, step by step But before they could leave the room, Maurice’s voice rang out from behind them

“Frederick! Marguente has something to tell you”

tracks. Frederick turned around and looked quietly

the few seconds of their eye contact, Marguerite saw a mix of emotions flash through Frederick’s eyes. First skepticism, then deep thought, and finally, he made a

Maurice, “Our business is none of your

turned around again, but Maurice spoke up, as if issuing

instinctively pulled her hand out of Frederick’s

paused, then looked back at Marguente. His bright eyes

didn’t seem to want to know what she had to tell him. Maybe, subconsciously, he sensed that what she was about to say

saw a hint of self–deception in

after a long silence, he finally spoke, “What do you want to tell

I say?” Marguente looked at Frederick blankly, tears of self–reproach falling down

she supposed

the result of her and Maurice’s manipulation? Or that the

Marguente kept apologizing, her voice trembling her body shaking uncontrollably Marguente was

his suspicion. He put his arm around Marguente’s shoulders, his warm hand gently stroking her, “if you don’t want to talk about

gentler Frederick was towards her, the more upset

what she did know was