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.

stared at the office phone, hoping for an internal call, or daydreamed, wondering when Frederick would summon her. But the day

home, she stood up and noticed

driven Jocelyn’s old car to work that day.

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

down heavily, it seemed a taxi was her only

walked out of the

were covered in snow, and

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

a hand suddenly took her elbow, escorting her

knew it was Frederick; his familiar scent was unmistakable due to

the biting wind or her own shyness, Marguerite’s cheeks flushed.

an arm around her shoulders, and despite the distance that remained between them, her heart

motives; she just wanted to savor this fleeting moment of happiness. With that thought, she stole a glance

unreadable as ever, his eyebrows sharp dashing, and beneath the wing-like lashes were focused eyes.

and undeniably charismatic.

step,” he

off-guard, Marguerite quickly turned away, safely descending the

had no desire to speak, but Marguerite, playing up her vulnerability with a hint of cunning, said, “My car’s