Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 763

Chapter 763

Marguerite,

As I pen this letter, you're lying in bed, casting a smile my way. Though you're

within an arm's reach, I find myself crazily missing you.

Sounds paradoxical, doesn't it?

I guess I'm a bit of a Jekyll and Hyde. Prone to outbursts, then suddenly

indifferent. And towards you, it's no different.

Do you think I'm a bad boy?

Even after three years, I still can't muster the courage to admit I'm insanely in love

with you.

I'm a coward, afraid of repeating past mistakes, yet, like a spy, I keep probing you, over and over again.

Alright, I confess, I am that spy.

The one eager to uncover every secret hidden within your heart.

I yearn to know everything about you, to know if your love for me burns as

fervently as mine does for you.

at the Winston Mansion has been both my

rely on snippets from others to know about you. I

dreaded Maurice's

wrapping his arm around your waist,

you, my jealousy would

couldn't that be me? After all, Teresa is my child, and I, the only man who has ever possessed

why can't we stand in the sunlight like

back feels like a treasure regained. But greedy as I am,

body and soul, your clear

head on my shoulder, and

you find me repulsive? But that's

can't have what I want in reality, is it too much to ask for a few

my eyes, it's you. When I close them, it's still you. Everything

time you unfold this letter, I have

or hell?

Every day would still be filled with

write this, you've already

I feel

Teresa has given me

remember, life isn't eternal, but love

with you

Marguerite,

your heart be as resilient as the greenest plants, always reaching for

...

parted, and sunlight envelops Marguerite

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