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.

her mood lifted, and even the snowy scene outside

for the blizzard that had stranded them together, cocooned in the tight space of the car, making Frederick seem so much

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

and Maurice Winston’s ill-timed call came through.

a bunch of messages, all of which she

now the ringing phone shattered the rare peace inside the car, forcing her

you coming back?” Maurice’s irritable voice was unmistakable,

to you

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

only then realized that the traffic had

Marguerite hung up,

ask who had called, and she didn’t feel like

to be taking her home. Instead, he took a turn at the next junction, heading in the opposite direction of the

was puzzled. “Aren’t we going back?”

caught her gaze, his eyes deep and unreadable.

suggestion.

the place where Frederick had intended to confess his feelings to her three years ago,

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

his reluctance, Frederick found himself pulling