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.”

and she turned with a look of silent reproach.

gracefully tracing the

sit down. You might not be hungry, but I am.”

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

seat just as he nonchalantly

the dishes arrived, Marguerite had zero desire to engage

a perverse satisfaction upon seeing her

He wanted her to experience the pain he once felt,

through this could he maintain his inner peace and justify their entanglement as

he locked eyes with Marguerite and casually inquired,

up her fork and began shoveling food

good would starving do except harm her own body without

that

muster the strength to spar with

for the first time and refused to concede

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

was driving Marguerite to the brink

meal in a sullen silence,