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.”

with a look of silent reproach.

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

don’t want to walk home in this weather, sit down. You might not be hungry, but I

she yearned to storm out with dignity, the ever-thickening snow outside left her no choice but to compromise. She wouldn’t be

she returned to her seat just as he nonchalantly ordered

Marguerite had zero

a perverse satisfaction upon

that there was a twisted pleasure in this moment. He wanted her to experience the pain he once felt, ensuring his feelings for

inner peace and justify their entanglement as something detached from

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

glared at him defiantly, then picked up her fork and began shoveling food into her mouth.

starving do except harm her own

that

muster the strength to spar with him on an

the initiative for the first time and refused to concede

her? If not, why keep

Marguerite to

in a sullen silence,