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

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

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

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

her seat just as

Marguerite had zero desire to engage in

twinkled with a perverse satisfaction upon seeing her sad face.

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

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

with serene indifference, he locked eyes with Marguerite and casually inquired, “Are you sure

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

do except harm her own body without affecting anyone else?

wasn’t that foolish!

how could she muster the strength to spar with

taken the initiative for the first time and refused to concede defeat at the first hurdle.

did Frederick still love her? If not, why

to the brink

a sullen