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

hands, with their distinct knuckles, gracefully tracing the contours of

this weather, sit down. You might not

outside left her no choice but to compromise. She

seat just as he nonchalantly ordered some comfort food.

as the dishes arrived, Marguerite had zero

twinkled with a perverse satisfaction upon seeing her sad

was a twisted pleasure in this moment. He wanted her to experience the pain

inner peace and

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

then picked up her

eat? What good would starving do except harm

wasn’t that foolish!

to spar with

the first time and refused to concede defeat at the first hurdle.

why

was driving Marguerite to the brink

a sullen silence,