Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 485

Marguerite scanned the room and, to her relief, didn’t spot Frederick anywhere. She exhaled quietly and once again shook off Maurice’s grasp, making a

beeline for the staircase.

She had to get out of this ridiculous wedding gown before Frederick returned. If someone else fancied it, they’re welcome to it! She was certainly not going to wear it!

But as fate would have it, just as she turned around, there he was-Frederick, slipping off his shoes at the entrance. And his gaze, so perfectly timed, settled on her, clad in that damned dress.

Marguerite wanted to run, but inexplicably, her legs felt like they were filled with lead, refusing to budge.

In the end, it was Maurice who stepped forward, pulling her back to stand before Lisette. His face was stone as he announced, “Mom, this isn’t up for discussion. Whether you approve or not, I’m marrying Marguerite in a month.”

Marguerite shrugged off the hand on her shoulder, acutely aware of Frederick’s eyes on her, feeling like she was being pierced by thorns.

Just her luck! The very thing she didn’t want Frederick to lay his eyes on was now fully exposed to him..

Lisette, meanwhile, set aside her tea and leisurely cleaned her hands with a napkin, “If you want to marry her, you ought to ask if she agrees.”

waiting for Maurice to ask, Marguerite blurted out impatiently, “I

finally lost his temper. Angry, he started thumping his cane on the

to Frederick involuntarily, catching him with his arms crossed in a

Maurice. If you want me to

long! If it weren’t for Teresa’s sake, I’d have kicked you out long

Marguerite couldn’t hold back, “I can

my dead body!” Mr. Powell’s voice boomed, nearly leaping from

intimidating, but

have no choice but to stay. Where Teresa is, I am. Your son might do without a wife, but

seemed every hair on Mr.

his cane thumping more

you to

over to calm Mr. Powell, “Enough, calm yourself, she’s just a kid, don’t take

she’s not a child anymore! Oh, Jocelyn, Marguerite has been spoiled

I’ll have a word with

her a look and feigned anger, “What are you still standing there for? Go upstairs and think about what