Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 845

That evening, Marguerite finally clocked out of work.

As she stepped out of the building, she spotted Maurice's car parked right in front. He was leaning casually against the hood, puffing on a cigarette-a rare sight since he wasn't usually a smoker.

It was uncanny. Even though Maurice and Frederick looked nothing alike, the way Maurice smoked reminded her so much of Frederick. For the first time, she saw a flicker of Frederick in Maurice.

Without acknowledging him, she slipped into the passenger seat. Maurice stubbed out his cigarette and got in beside her. Behind them, her colleague, Tim, spotted Maurice and quickly hailed a cab, visibly relieved.

Maurice drove them around the city without heading home. "There's a new

couple's restaurant on Main Street. Want to give it a try?"

Marguerite's eyes remained indifferent. "A couple's restaurant? Do you really think

I have the appetite for that?"

if

her gaze to the window, saying nothing. Maurice chuckled to himself,

how Maurice always spoke to her like they were family. Even though these days,

like talking, he respected her silence. Even Janie had mentioned, quite

Well?

Marguerite never felt it.

you call it 'good' if a man hired someone to tail you constantly,

lot on you. You glance at something, and he'd buy the whole store if he could.

livid, "Do you think I

silent, unable

outside the car window changed continuously as Marguerite snapped back to

Caller ID: Stella.

it and call back once home, but Maurice had already noticed. Ignoring

answered, blurting, "I'm on my way home. I'll call

minutes later.