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

with their distinct knuckles, gracefully tracing the contours of the teacup, every movement reeking of

this weather, sit down. You might not be

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

returned to her seat just as he nonchalantly ordered some comfort food.

as the dishes arrived, Marguerite had zero

a perverse satisfaction upon seeing her

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

this could he maintain his inner peace and justify their

Marguerite

picked up her

What good would starving do except harm her own

wasn’t that foolish!

she muster the strength to spar with him on an empty

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

not, why keep

was driving Marguerite to the brink of madness!

a sullen silence, unable to