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.

her frail, soft voice seemed to coo, which could lighten

she regained her senses, her defenses shot up,

one.

half an hour

noticed they were home unusually

others were probably not

she admittedly enjoyed being embraced

knew she was being slightly self-indulgent – saying no verbally, yet desiring him physically. So, she allowed herself this one last

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this would likely never come

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

that instant, Marguerite felt the guilty thrill of a scandal exposed.

man’s shoulder, signaling him to put her down.

disregarded her completely, standing defiantly in the

awkward glance with Jocelyn, while Hackett, livid, stood up and bellowed,

going on here? The hugging and the holding – have you no decency? Have

fancy visiting my home quite a bit lately. Why not

but Marguerite couldn’t miss the provocation in it.

barked, “What’s that

retorted coldly, “Or, you could take Yuna

exasperation, stared at the pair, his glare as hot as if he’d been burned, “Just

arched an eyebrow, his tone laced with defiance, “Oh? Hackett, you seem to misjudge me.”

hinting at