Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 781

She shook her head, her brain swirling into dizziness, leaving her no choice but to slump onto the desk for a brief respite.

Mr. Perry, already at his wits' end with Marguerite, suddenly harbored sinister thoughts.

"If I could get this woman into bed, it wouldn't just be a devastating blow to her personally."

He could also use the affair to blackmail her, squeezing out a hefty sum in the process!

Thinking this, Mr. Perry's eyes gleamed rat-like as he naturally rose to help Marguerite from her seat, saying:

"Mr. Ward, please go ahead and eat. I'll find a place for her to rest and come back later."

Silas, however, grabbed his hand in a firm grip, his thin lips uttering three words: "Don't touch her."

Feeling the threat from the man, Mr. Perry's body jolted.

"Mr. Ward, what do you mean? She's had too much to drink; she needs to rest."

Silas simply pulled Marguerite into his arms, "I'll take her."

Mr. Perry was fuming!

What exactly was the relationship between these two?

only watch as Silas lifted Marguerite in his arms and, without sparing

clue what had

before being enveloped

could smell Frederick's

...

it was the next

a soft, large bed, her body aching

the floor-to-ceiling windows into the spacious room, slightly dazzling

that she was

A hotel?

was she

her, noticing the unmistakable impression

hers, there was a

Painkillers?

they

Marguerite pondered, a gentle male voice

"Awake?"

Marguerite saw Silas and immediately felt a tingling in

last night's white shirt and sky-blue jeans, looking surprisingly

the scars from burns on his face, he'd pass

dripped with water

The painkillers were Silas's.