Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 624

In the stillness of the night, Frederick's mind snapped into harsh clarity.

Marguerite's probing question had sent him spiraling into a labyrinth of self- reflection and doubt.

Had his fervent kisses and possessive embrace been acts of love or spiteful revenge?

His thoughts, a tangled web of unrest, spurred him to dress with hurried motions, a desperate urge to flee not just the room but also Marguerite's unsettling inquiry.

Yet as he tugged at the stubborn door handle, which refused to yield, he was faced with the stark reality that there was no escape.

Resigned, Frederick returned to the room without approaching Marguerite. He drew back the curtains and stood on the balcony to smoke, his silhouette bathed in the lunar glow, majestic yet tinged with an air of melancholy.

Marguerite's heart ached more deeply than the sorrowful scene before her. Watching him smoke, one cigarette after another, she felt an overwhelming sense of loss.

Was it so hard for him to distinguish love from hate?

an answer, but even that seemed a luxury beyond her

to the dimly lit bedroom. His

the passion that had just consumed them. It was as

so palpably real to her, the emotions and sensations

went to the living room, where he dozed off on the couch, never uttering another word or stepping foot back into

the lamp, surrendering her body and her tumultuous feelings to the enveloping darkness, as tears silently fell once

at the

room, her canvas poised before a photograph of Frederick

a scattering

startled her from her thoughts. Anticipating her mother's return, she quickly swapped Frederick's

instead greeted by Hayes, donning

Mute, why aren't you asleep yet?" Teresa asked

on... just came to... check on you..." Hayes seemed wide awake after

Teresa's canvas, pointing to the disjointed features,