Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 631

Marguerite pursed her lips, her eyes dulling at the mere thought of Maurice.

"He's playing a game with me. I bet he wants me to willingly walk down the aisle with him."

Miley was fuming, her words tangled in her anger:

"Is that guy out of his mind? It's practically a shotgun wedding, and he expects you to be all hearts and flowers about it? Wants your body and your soul? Greedy as a pig, that's impossible!"

Robert was gently steering the wheel, pondering over Marguerite's words, and soon offered a different perspective.

"Men and women think differently. Women care about love when it comes to marriage. But for a selfish guy like Maurice, whether you're willing or not doesn't matter. Forcing his way is a true display of power. There must be some compelling reason he hasn't married you yet."

Miley, ever curious, pressed on, "A compelling reason? Like what?"

Robert shrugged, "Who knows?"

moment, Marguerite finally lifted her weary

under my skin. Whatever his reasons are, I couldn't care less. He can keep dragging his feet for all I care. Whoever wants to marry him can go

her mouth shut, disappointment etched on her face but logged the conversation in

Petal Fragrances, and they made their way through the

recalling last night's efforts to play wingwoman with Robert, couldn't contain her

night with Mr.

look, teasingly asking, "What about him and

wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, "Didn't something...

out of

face fell in

how hard Robert and I tried to set you two up? I was thinking

and awkwardly skirted around the issue, "I mean, skinship solves everything, right? Haven't you and Mr. Winston... you know? It's driving

last night and the breakfast left by the man this morning, felt a mix of confusion

can I do?