Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 508

Marguerite snapped back to reality, confusion laced her voice. “What?”

“About Hackett,” Frederick across from her said, his eyes piercing as if they could unveil the deepest secrets of the soul. He had an unnerving talent for voicing things in a direct manner.

He always seemed to know what she was thinking, had done so in the past and was doing it now. Marguerite had grown used to

Thus, she didn’t bother to hide her feelings.

A trace of melancholy thickened on her face as she nodded, spilling her truth. “Deep down, I guess I always hoped I was a Fitzgerald. At least that way, I’d have family that cared, that worried about me. Zoe and Ablett never treated me like one of their own. And since grandma passed away, I’ve been all alone in this world.”

Suddenly, Frederick felt a pang in his chest. Was it because he thought of Laverne? Or had he begun to feel a twinge of compassion for Marguerite?

couldn’t

“But I am genuinely curious. Why did you stand up

Why indeed?

come up with a suitable reason at first.

both Marguerite and himself. “Laverne was kind to me. Even if I despised you, I

confusion, her eyes clouded with questions as she faced him. “What do you mean by that? Laverne was

any goodwill

her grandmother had known Frederick long

casually against the wall, arms folded, a strange flicker

countryside with my mother. When we were at our lowest, a little girl gave us a loaf of

Marguerite’s mind seized.

childhood memories, a similar scene surfaced. Except, she was not the beggar; she was the benefactor.

old she was when it happened. All she remembered was a snowy evening, a mother and son close to collapsing in the snow outside their old house,

and she had given away their only loaf