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.”

stride faltered, and she turned with a

the contours of the teacup, every

want to walk home in this weather, sit

her no choice but to compromise.

returned to her seat just as he nonchalantly ordered

even as the dishes arrived, Marguerite had zero desire to engage in

with a perverse satisfaction upon seeing her

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

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

eyes with Marguerite and casually inquired, “Are you

him defiantly, then picked up her

would starving do except harm her own body without affecting anyone else?

that

how could she muster the strength to spar with him on an

and refused

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

Marguerite to the brink of

sullen silence,