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.”

stride faltered, and she turned with a look of

gracefully tracing the contours of the teacup, every movement reeking of elegance.

home in this weather, sit down. You might not be hungry, but I

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

to her seat just as he nonchalantly ordered some comfort food.

arrived, Marguerite had zero

with a perverse satisfaction upon seeing her sad face.

to himself that there was a twisted pleasure in this moment. He wanted her to experience the pain he

his inner peace and justify their entanglement as something detached

eyes with Marguerite and casually inquired, “Are you sure you won’t

him defiantly, then picked up her fork and

except harm her own body without affecting anyone

that foolish!

how could she muster the strength to spar

the initiative for the first time and

why keep her

question was driving Marguerite to the brink

in a sullen silence,