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.

first time ever, she had the insane urge to peel back Marguerite's scalp to see if her

did he look away. His tone was even but

a victorious general, fully convinced that Frederick could never fall for Marguerite again! Of course! Marguerite had neither status nor pedigree. Compared to herself, it was obvious who was

shooting Yuna a withering look and snapping, "Clear? Everyone knows but you're still here lying to

if they were nothing, shamelessly sidling up to Frederick and cooing, "Freddie, I knew all along that Marguerite was out

glanced down at the woman before him, his voice cold and detached, "Whether she's in my heart or not is none of your concern. But let me

and she quickly got the hint, ushering Yuna towards the exit. "President Penelope was right—you are deluding yourself! We didn't want to

gave Yuna a shove and slammed the glass door shut with a resounding "snap," even taking the time to draw the blinds.