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?

he couldn’t pinpoint

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

Why indeed?

come up with a suitable

was kind to me.

faced him. “What do

goodwill between

it be that her grandmother had known Frederick

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

at our lowest, a little girl gave us a loaf of bread, and her grandmother, a bowl of warm

Marguerite’s mind seized.

her childhood memories, a similar scene surfaced. Except, she was not

remembered was a snowy evening, a

get a bowl of broth from her grandmother, and she had given away their only loaf of