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 happiest and most agonizing

longer need to rely on snippets from others to know about you. I can openly

because I dreaded Maurice's contact

his arm around your waist, everything he did

alongside Teresa and you, my jealousy would spiral out of

all, Teresa is my child,

why can't we stand in the

now, having you back feels like a treasure regained. But greedy as

your body and soul, your

on my shoulder, and in a playful tone say, "I'm so hungry, can

me repulsive?

in reality, is it too much to ask for

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

the time you unfold this letter, I have no

hell? Let

without you? Every day would still be filled with

as I write this, you've already

I feel

Teresa has given

isn't eternal,

love with you and let our story continue

Marguerite,

your heart be as resilient as the greenest plants,

...

and sunlight envelops Marguerite in a golden

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