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

on snippets from others to know about you.

I dreaded Maurice's contact

him holding your hand, wrapping his arm around your waist,

Teresa and you, my jealousy would spiral out

all, Teresa is my child, and I, the only man

can't we stand in the sunlight like any normal

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

covet your body and soul, your clear eyes

to lean on my arm, rest your head on my shoulder, and in

you find me repulsive? But

reality, is it too much to ask for a few

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

this letter,

or hell? Let

it make without you? Every day

write this, you've already drifted off to

I feel sincerely

return with Hayes and Teresa has given

isn't

love with you and let our story

Marguerite,

your heart be as resilient as the greenest plants, always

...

have finally parted, and sunlight envelops

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