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?

seemed even he couldn’t

turned her gaze to meet his deep-set eyes and asked, “But I am genuinely

Why indeed?

Frederick couldn’t come up with a suitable reason at first.

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

in confusion, her eyes clouded with questions as she faced him. “What

had no knowledge of any goodwill between her grandmother and

it be that her grandmother had

leaned casually against the wall, arms folded, a strange flicker in

exiled to the countryside with my mother. When we were at our lowest, a little girl gave us a loaf of bread, and her grandmother,

Marguerite’s mind seized.

memories, a similar scene surfaced. Except, she was

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

and she had given away their only loaf