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.

and even the snowy scene outside seemed more

stranded them together, cocooned in the tight space of

but she

ungranted, and Maurice Winston’s

a bunch of messages, all of which she had purposefully ignored.

phone shattered the rare peace inside

the hell are you? When are you coming back?” Maurice’s irritable voice was unmistakable, even

you

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

started the engine, and only then realized that the traffic

right there.” Marguerite hung up, frustration lacing

who had called, and she didn’t feel

he took a turn

puzzled. “Aren’t we going back?”

his eyes

suggestion. “How about the Bluebell

the place where Frederick had intended to confess his feelings to her

seem to bother her. On the other, why was she so eager

Frederick found himself pulling up to the Bluebell Bistro.