Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 464

In a heartbeat, Marguerite’s spirits plummeted to rock bottom.

Life is riddled with too many regrets.

The regret that haunted her was not knowing she was loved when it mattered, and by the time she realized, the one who loved her had already departed.

Why do we always miss our chances?

Marguerite couldn’t fathom the reason, her helplessness rendering her powerless.

Had Frederick truly lost all affection for her? The more she pondered, the sadder she became, vexed at how brutally frank men could be with their

words.

With a sharp snap, she closed the menu and stood up resolutely, “I’ve lost my appetite. Take me home.”

Marguerite headed for the door, but his warning voice exploded like a bombshell, “Stop right there.”

faltered, and she turned with a look

tracing the contours of the teacup, every movement reeking of

to walk home in this weather, sit down. You might

out with dignity, the ever-thickening snow outside left her no choice but to compromise. She wouldn’t be able to hail a

her seat just as he nonchalantly ordered some

dishes arrived, Marguerite had zero desire to engage in

with a perverse satisfaction

moment. He wanted her to experience the pain he once felt, ensuring his feelings for Marguerite remained a

maintain his inner peace and justify their entanglement as something detached from

serene indifference, he locked eyes with Marguerite and casually inquired, “Are you

defiantly, then picked up her

except harm her own body without affecting

wasn’t that foolish!

muster the strength to spar with him on an

the initiative for the first time and

not, why keep her here to dine

Marguerite to the brink of madness!

a sullen silence, unable