Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 462

Marguerite fumbled with her seatbelt. She was confused.

Frederick, it seemed, didn’t dislike her as much as she had imagined.

A small thrill of victory zipped through her as she pondered this.

But then, as if on cue, fat snowflakes began to flutter down from the sky, quickly blanketing the streets and bringing traffic to a standstill, trapping the two of them on the road.

Marguerite had dashed out in such a rush that she only threw a peacoat over her usual dress, she didn’t even put on socks.

She felt a chill creeping in, her hands, now rosy with the cold, rubbed together for warmth.

Then came the “click” of a button being pressed, and the next thing she knew, a wave of warm air enveloped her. Suddenly, her heart felt a touch warmer, and she turned to the man beside her to ask, “Are you cold, too?”

“Mhm.” Frederick’s reply was terse, his gaze fixed on the road ahead, a picture of icy detachment.

Yet, the next moment, his eyes inadvertently flicked towards Marguerite’s exposed ankles, just beyond her boots, and his expression tightened ever so slightly.

In truth, Marguerite wanted to ask if Frederick had turned on the heat just for her, but his response made her feel like she was reading too much into it.

the snowy scene outside seemed more

was secretly grateful for the blizzard that had stranded them together, cocooned in the tight space

was an illusion, but she couldn’t help wanting it to last a little

ungranted, and Maurice Winston’s ill-timed

Marguerite a bunch of messages, all of which she

ringing phone shattered the rare peace inside the

Maurice’s irritable voice was unmistakable, even through the phone screen.

to you where

are you playing at? I know you’re with Frederick! Get

Frederick, who had started the engine, and only then realized that

Marguerite hung

and she didn’t feel

Frederick didn’t seem to be taking her home. Instead, he took a turn at the next junction, heading in

“Aren’t we going

his eyes deep

blurted out a suggestion. “How about

to confess his feelings to her three years ago, and she wanted to revisit that memory.

his face. On one hand, his decision not to take her home didn’t seem to bother her. On the other, why was she so eager

reluctance, Frederick found himself pulling up