Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 636

Marguerite's throat was parched, and she swallowed hard as if the man's unfinished words had lost their weight mid-air. She waited quietly for his next words, but noticed something peculiar in his gaze-a depth that seemed almost playful.

Miley was desperate, her entire body tense as she blurted out impatiently, "What's going on between you and Marguerite, Mr. Winston? Do you still have feelings for her? Stop beating around the bush and just tell me is it a yes or a no?"

As the man's lips parted to respond, Marguerite's heart was quickly overtaken by fear, pushing aside any semblance of hope. She cleared her throat and, to everyone's surprise, blurted out, "Oh, I just remembered I've got to oversee the factory floor today. We're at the tail end of the production run, and I can't afford to slack off. I must be off!"

Marguerite threw out these words and bolted like a hare startled from the brush. Sometimes, no answer was the best answer. She dreaded that Frederick would reveal a so-called truth that would strip her of even the right to daydream. Better to remain in blissful ignorance—at least she could cling to a self-deceiving

thought.

all her efforts had been for naught. For the first time ever, she had the insane urge to peel back Marguerite's scalp to see

out of sight. Only then did he look away. His tone was even but carried the deep, magnetic resonance of a bass drum: "Since

Of course! Marguerite had neither status nor pedigree. Compared to herself, it was obvious who was the more competitive choice! Even Maurice was probably just toying with her for a bit. As Yuna reveled in

and snapping, "Clear? Everyone knows but you're still here lying

if they were nothing, shamelessly sidling up to Frederick and cooing, "Freddie, I knew all along that Marguerite was out of your heart. I didn't mean to lose my temper today,

heart or not is none of your concern. But

stunned into silence. Frederick shot Miley a look, and she quickly got the hint, ushering Yuna towards the exit. "President Penelope was right—you are deluding yourself! We didn't want to make a scene, but you're the one making a fool of

even taking the time to draw the blinds. No matter how much Yuna pounded on the door, it