Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 496

Meanwhile, in the executive suite, Marguerite clutched a manila folder nervously as she stepped inside, her voice timid, “Um, I have a report for you.”

Frederick continued typing, saying without looking up, “Leave the documents. I’ll review them myself.”

Marguerite’s words caught in her throat. This guy sure knows how to flip the switch. Just a couple of days ago, he wasn’t like this!

She struggled to find anything to say, and finally set the folder down, her voice tinged with dejection and annoyance, “My office is just downstairs. You can call me anytime.”

Frederick suddenly lifted his gaze, fixing her with a steady look.

Marguerite faltered, thinking he might have had a change of heart and wanted her to stay. She waited with bated breath for him to speak.

Instead, he uttered two icy words – “Get out.”

“…Okay.” With that chilly attitude, she still had hopes he’d object to her arranged marriage? It seemed like wishful thinking.

Reluctantly, Marguerite returned to her office, restless and fidgety.

for an internal call, or

her things to head home, she stood up and noticed it had started snowing again.

old car to work that

its age, had some brake issues, and the tires were prone to

coming down heavily, it seemed a taxi was her only option.

this as she walked out of

in snow, and she carefully trod

traction, causing her to slip with nearly every step, her heart racing with every skid. Frozen in fear, she no longer

stairs, a hand suddenly took her elbow, escorting her steadily down to

was Frederick; his familiar scent was unmistakable due to their proximity.

was the biting wind or

arm and didn’t wrap an arm around her shoulders, and despite

didn’t want to consider his motives; she just wanted to savor this fleeting moment of happiness. With that thought, she stole a glance at

expression was as unreadable as ever, his eyebrows sharp dashing, and

handsome, and undeniably charismatic.

step,” he warned.

off-guard, Marguerite quickly turned away, safely descending

no desire to speak, but Marguerite, playing up her vulnerability