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 pinpoint the

asked, “But I am genuinely curious. Why

Why indeed?

with

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

faced him. “What

any goodwill between her

be that her grandmother had known Frederick long

against the wall, arms folded, a strange flicker in his eyes as he continued to gaze at Marguerite.

When we were at our lowest, a little girl gave us

Marguerite’s mind seized.

her childhood memories, a similar scene surfaced. Except, she was

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

grandmother, and she had given away