Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 783

Marguerite fluttered her eyelids open, her sapphire eyes suddenly sparking to life. "Really?"

The man nodded, his gaze filled with adoration. "Really."

"Nothing happened?"

"Of course not."

"I didn't call you 'honey' or anything?"

Silas instinctively shook his head but seeing Marguerite's hopeful look, he reluctantly nodded, "No, you didn't."

Marguerite puffed her cheeks in relief, silently thanking her lucky stars, before finally offering the man in front of her a beaming smile.

Her smile was captivating, yet Silas couldn't fathom why this woman often seemed to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders, as if she'd been through the wringer.

Doom and gloom, that's what she was.

Marguerite slipped on her shoes and grabbed the contract, heading for the door. "We still have an agreement to honor. Here's to a fruitful collaboration, Mr. Ward."

This 'Mr. Ward' had Silas feeling unexpectedly pleased, whisking him back to simpler times.

But this bizarre feeling made him pause.

Simpler times?

Which simpler times?

blank, yet he found himself calling out

Marguerite turned around, "Yes?"

never told me

Marguerite stilled.

twice now, and he was her

yet, she hadn't

"Marguerite."

his brows,

can't claim dibs on names! We don't share a last name.

turned and

her leave, feeling an

understand his

saw Marguerite, his head would throb

the moment he left the preschool office yesterday,

last night, his heart had fluttered

only met

familiar, as if they had known each other for

her, his

He couldn't explain it.

the hotel, his headache

to leave, yet she had this

overdosing on painkillers seemed worth it if it meant he could stay by