Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 559

Marguerite stood there, seething with a fury she couldn’t quite articulate. The man in front of her, Frederick, wasn’t being outright rude-in fact, he wore a casual smile that only seemed to fan the flames of her irritation.

The fact that he was getting married had nothing to do with her, yet here he was, always finding a way to stir her feelings. It was maddening. She had resolved to give up on him time and time again, yet his mixed signals kept her clinging to a hope she knew she should abandon.

Her resolve wavered on his whims.

Marguerite’s temper flared, and the words tumbled out before she could stop them, “If you’re so keen on weddings, why don’t we just have the ceremonies together? Won’t that be better?”

Frederick paused, a flash of something unreadable crossing his face before he let go of Marguerite’s ankle and pulled out a wet wipe to clean his hands. His movements were graceful, his expression loaded with meaning, “Why not? I have no objections.”

gripped Marguerite’s chest as she snatched her leg back, her resentment growing

to start

she chimed in, “Mr. Winston, you’re just marrying Yuna because of a childhood betrothal, right? And now, it’s not even clear if

the night before, Robert had filled her in on the whole thing. In a panic, she had called her parents to rush over. Not

dashed to work early that day to play mediator, but instead of

Frederick and Marguerite simply playing house? Talking of marrying as if it were a game and even considering a joint wedding!

his gaze lingered on Marguerite, intense

“Marguerite, where are

Marguerite answered, “I contacted the factory yesterday. I’ve got a contract to

limped out of the office.