Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 548

In a flash, the urge to throttle Marguerite surged through him like a wildfire!

It didn’t take long for Chuck to arrange a ride to the hospital to pick them up. After lifting Marguerite into the car, Chuck’s call came through almost immediately.

“Mr. Winston, the brake pads on Marguerite’s car weren’t tampered with. It’s just wear and

tear.”

“Got it.” He hung up and turned to Marguerite as if to prove something, “The results are in. Yuna had nothing to do with it.”

“So, what you’re implying is that it’s somehow related to you?” Marguerite’s voice was barely audible, caught in her throat.

A cold flash passed through Frederick’s deep-set eyes, his tone turning sharp with annoyance, “It’s related to no one, the brake pads simply wore out! Marguerite, is that really what you think of me? That desperate?”

“You yourself said you loathed me to the core, and when there’s hate like that, guess anything’s possible, huh?”

Frederick’s lips pressed into a tight line, a storm of displeasure brewing within.

Communicating with this woman was becoming intolerable! Annoyed, he turned his gaze out the window, his mind wandering back to an hour earlier, to Marguerite’s disoriented

state.

They say men don’t fancy smart women, and Frederick had always scoffed at that notion. Now, it seemed there might be some truth to it.

Marguerite, out of sorts, might babble nonsense, but she wasn’t unlikeable.

voice seemed to coo, which could

senses, her defenses shot up, making her approachable by no

one.

Winston Mansion half an

she noticed they were home unusually

this hour, Maurice and the others were probably

she admittedly enjoyed being embraced by Frederick like this.

desiring him physically.

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moment like this would likely

and Hackett sitting in the living room. And there was Maurice, standing on the spiral staircase, his piercing gaze

instant, Marguerite felt the guilty thrill of a scandal

shoulder, signaling

in the center of the living room.

an awkward glance with Jocelyn, while Hackett, livid,

and the holding – have you no decency? Have you forgotten who

to fancy visiting

was calm and composed, but Marguerite couldn’t

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Or, you could take Yuna back with

as if he’d been burned, “Just put her down! Even I feel awkward!

tone laced with defiance, “Oh? Hackett,

hinting at now?”