Chapter 387

At the same time, in the heart of Emerald Meadows. The minute the car came to a stop in the driveway, Teresa had sprung out, bolting towards the house in eager anticipation.

Marguerite, sitting in the front, had unbuckled her seatbelt and was about to step out when she felt Maurice’s hand grip her wrist. “Wait.”

Marguerite swiftly pulled her hand back. “What is it?”

The cold indifference in her eyes irritated Maurice. Frustrated, he looked out the car window before asking, “You knew we were going to meet Frederick today, didn’t you?”

Why else would she have been so adamant about him not tagging along?

Marguerite looked at him, visibly puzzled, “Are you out of your mind?”

Ignoring her question, Maurice turned to face her. “What about our marriage? Have you decided yet?”

flat-out refused. But for some weird

the deep affection in Maurice’s eyes.

be? Was he really in love with her? Was

the countless nights he had stayed by her side when she was

in bed, Maurice was always there, watching from a distance with a calm demeanor, his face expressing pure

mind was a jumbled mess

that Maurice had ever loved her, but the evidence of

know, the clearer his feelings became, the more fearful

too cold, too calculating. He could ruthlessly persecute Frederick, and just for this reason

else you can

her, his large hand suddenly caressing

recoiled, feeling a shiver

know I’ve fallen

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