Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 772

The sight that greeted her was a face that seemed to have been through too much hardship.

The man's cheeks were covered in scars, as if he had been caught in a fire, surrounded by a patchwork of light brown and dark spots that made for a rather unsettling appearance.

Marguerite's eyes felt as though they'd been scorched by the unexpected view, realizing she had mistaken him for someone else and feeling a surge of guilt for disturbing a stranger with her unchecked emotions.

She immediately handed back the mask she had inadvertently taken, apologizing profusely, "I'm so sorry, truly, I didn't mean to."

The man took the mask, putting it back on with a turn of his head and a frown of displeasure, finally deigning to look at who this impetuous woman was.

But the moment Marguerite's panicked, innocent face came into view, the metaphorical "bomb" in his head went off unexpectedly, causing both pain and a sense of vertigo.

His headache, which had started to subside, flared up again upon seeing her.

He barely had time to speak with Marguerite, leaning heavily on a nearby chair and pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger in pain.

Seeing his distress, Marguerite's previously erratic demeanor instantly vanished, replaced by concern as she asked, "Dad, is your headache starting again? Do you have your painkillers with you?"

His voice was hoarse and strained, "In the car."

"I'll go get them!" she said, turning to run outside, but his pained voice followed, "No need, I can bear it."

He recovered quickly, embracing his daughter before turning his attention back to Marguerite.

Damn it.

re-emerged, bit

sweat beading on his back, and

the incident with the mask and quickly explained her

reminded me of someone I used to know. I

perhaps because of his recent headache, she found his gaze to be filled

"Are you sure now?"

lip and nodded, "Yes, I'm sure. I'm really sorry for

further, simply holding his daughter and nodding to the teacher before heading

stopped and turned to look at her

my daughter's actions, I won't shortchange you on any

met, and Marguerite felt

disappear from her line

with nothing but heartache and

at the

that child just transferred to our school. I heard before

Her father was disfigured in a fire, and

Hayes, could you possibly

scarred face and those eyes

she suddenly asked, "What... what's her father's

for a moment, "I believe it's...

Such a melancholic