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.

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

things to head home, she stood up

Jocelyn’s old car to

age, had some brake issues, and the

heavily, it seemed a taxi

walked out of the company’s front door.

and she carefully

causing her to slip with nearly every step, her heart racing

hesitating on the stairs, a hand suddenly took her elbow, escorting her steadily

familiar scent was unmistakable due to

was the biting wind or her own shyness, Marguerite’s

he merely held her arm and didn’t wrap an arm around her shoulders, and despite the distance that remained between them, her heart

fleeting moment of happiness. With that thought, she stole a glance at

expression was as unreadable as ever, his eyebrows sharp

and

your step,” he warned.

quickly turned away,

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