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 anyone’s mood.

once she regained her senses, her defenses shot up, making her approachable by

one.

an hour later. Frederick carried Marguerite inside, heading straight

noticed they were home

this hour, Maurice and the others were probably not yet back.

admittedly enjoyed being embraced

self-indulgent – saying no verbally, yet desiring him physically. So, she allowed herself this one

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like this would likely never

they saw Powell and Hackett sitting in the living room. And there was Maurice, standing on the spiral staircase,

that instant, Marguerite felt the guilty thrill

signaling him to put her

defiantly in the center of the living

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

on here? The hugging and the holding – have

to fancy visiting my home quite a bit

Marguerite couldn’t miss the provocation

and furious, barked, “What’s that supposed to

retorted coldly, “Or, you could

as hot as if he’d been burned, “Just put her down! Even I feel awkward! Frederick, Marguerite is your sister-in-law!”

tone laced with defiance, “Oh? Hackett, you seem to misjudge

you hinting