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

knuckles, gracefully tracing the contours of the teacup, every

home in this weather, sit

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

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

arrived, Marguerite had zero desire to engage in

satisfaction upon seeing her sad face.

to experience the pain he once felt, ensuring his feelings

this could he maintain his inner peace and justify their entanglement

his tea with serene indifference, he locked eyes with Marguerite

at him defiantly, then picked up her fork and began

would starving do except

that foolish!

muster the strength to spar with him on

for the first time and refused to concede defeat

Frederick still love her? If not, why keep her here to dine with him?

driving Marguerite to the brink

sullen silence, unable to