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.

soft voice seemed to coo, which could lighten

she regained her senses, her defenses

one.

the Winston Mansion half an hour later. Frederick carried Marguerite inside, heading straight for the villa.

to resist, she noticed they were home unusually early.

others were

embraced by Frederick like this.

slightly self-indulgent – saying no verbally, yet desiring him physically. So, she

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would likely never

Powell and Hackett sitting in the living room. And

the guilty thrill of

the man’s shoulder, signaling him

in the center of the living

with Jocelyn, while Hackett,

going on here? The hugging and the holding –

him a glance, “Hackett, you seem to fancy visiting my home quite a bit lately. Why not move

and composed, but Marguerite couldn’t miss the

red-faced and furious, barked, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

could take Yuna back with you.”

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

laced with defiance,

hinting