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?"

you know if you

chuckled to himself, "If you're

couldn't stand how Maurice always spoke to her like they were family. Even though these days,

feel like talking, he respected her silence. Even Janie had mentioned, quite pointedly, that Maurice had

Well?

Marguerite never felt it.

instantly, "Would you call it 'good' if a man hired someone to tail you constantly, leaving you

back down, "But Mr. Winston spends a lot on you. You glance at something, and he'd buy the whole store if he could. Isn't that

"Do you think I lack

silent, unable to

window changed continuously as Marguerite snapped back to

Caller ID: Stella.

to ignore it and call back once home, but Maurice had

my way

a few minutes later. He put it on speaker