Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 465

But before their lips touched, Maurice abruptly strode forward, yanked open the car door, and forcefully pulled her out.

All of a sudden, Marguerite couldn’t tell if the strange look in Frederick’s eyes was one of anger or disappointment.

Before she could even process what was happening, Maurice slipped off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders, pulling her tightly into his embrace the next moment.

Marguerite, feeling completely rebellious and infuriated, tried to push the man away, but her efforts were in vain. Her gaze instinctively sought Frederick.

But Frederick always remained so composed, his emotions unreadable, not a ripple to be seen.

So, he really didn’t love her anymore, right?

Maurice held Marguerite close, not letting go, his tone finally revealing a hint of anger, “Frederick, whatever happened between you and Marguerite is history. I don’t want you disrupting what she and I could have in the future.”

Frederick cocked an eyebrow, his smile tinged with mockery.

the future, how can you be so sure there won’t

because he knew all too well that the biggest wildcard was

fact that Frederick could speak so brazenly today meant he

and went inside, leaving Marguerite still

me go.” Marguerite struggled, pushing against his

brewing as he spoke again, his voice filled with suppressed rage,

explain? You’ve heard the same words from me so many times it’s worn thin. What do you want to hear? That I love him, or that! want

time? You know I have no sweet

rush of words, but Maurice tightened his grip on her shoulders, emphasizing each word through gritted teeth, “Marguerite, do you still want to know where our son

Marguerite quickly changed her tune, her tone softening immediately, “Can

with anger, bore into Marguerite.

had quickly changed her words, yet her

would never be truly submissive to him, so he left her with a harsh warning, “Marguerite, don’t come crying and begging to me

his gaze, “I’m looking forward to that day more than

Maurice’s embrace and without a backward glance,

can make one vulnerable, but