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?

even he couldn’t pinpoint

asked, “But I am genuinely curious. Why did you stand up for me downstairs? Why argue on

Why indeed?

Frederick couldn’t come up with

himself. “Laverne was kind to me. Even if I despised you, I owed it to her to do something.”

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

goodwill between her grandmother

grandmother had

not answer immediately. He leaned casually against the wall, arms folded, a strange flicker in

years ago, I was exiled to the 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

she remembered was a snowy evening, a mother and son close to

her grandmother, and she had given away their only loaf of