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 look

tracing the contours of the

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

dignity, the ever-thickening snow outside left her no choice but to

inwardly, she returned to her seat just

the dishes arrived, Marguerite had zero desire

with a perverse satisfaction upon

twisted pleasure in this moment. He wanted her to experience

could he maintain his inner peace and justify their entanglement as something detached from love.

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

picked up her fork and began shoveling food into

good would starving do except harm

wasn’t that foolish!

she muster the strength to spar with him

time and refused to

If not, why

driving Marguerite to

a sullen silence, unable to decipher his intentions.