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.”

turned with a

their distinct knuckles, gracefully tracing the contours of the teacup,

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

outside left her no choice but to compromise. She wouldn’t be able to hail

inwardly, she returned to her seat just as he nonchalantly ordered some

dishes arrived, Marguerite had zero desire to engage

perverse satisfaction upon seeing her

himself that there was a twisted pleasure in this moment. He wanted her to

could he maintain his inner peace and justify their entanglement as

tea with serene indifference, he locked eyes with Marguerite

at him defiantly, then picked up her

eat? What good would starving do except harm her own body without affecting anyone else?

wasn’t that

to spar with him on an empty

taken the initiative for the first time and refused

love her? If not, why keep her here to dine

driving Marguerite to the brink of madness!

sat through the meal in a sullen