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

the tight space of the car, making Frederick

she couldn’t help

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

this, Maurice had been sending Marguerite a bunch of messages, all of which she had purposefully ignored.

rare peace

you coming back?” Maurice’s irritable voice was unmistakable, even through the phone

you where I

the hell are you playing at? I know

and only then realized that the traffic had begun

Marguerite hung up, frustration

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

seem to be taking her home. Instead, he took

puzzled. “Aren’t we going

eyes deep and unreadable.

out a suggestion. “How about the Bluebell Bistro?”

to her three years ago, and she wanted to revisit

her. On the other, why was she so eager to go to Bluebell Bistro? He wasn’t particularly keen, as the place

pulling up to