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.”

her leg back, her

Frederick, wondered how they’d managed to start another quarrel. Hadn’t she just tried to smooth things over with

Yuna because of a childhood betrothal, right? And now, it’s not even clear if Yuna truly is the Fitzgerald heiress. Can’t you

over. Not fully grasping Frederick’s way of handling affairs, she feared his sense of duty might

mediator, but instead of resolving issues, things

of marrying as if it were a game and even considering a joint

question, his gaze lingered on Marguerite, intense and unsettling. Feeling the weight of his stare, Marguerite quickly slipped on her shoes

taken aback, asked, “Marguerite,

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

that, she limped