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?"

would you know if you don't try?" he

window, saying nothing. Maurice chuckled to himself, "If

couldn't stand how Maurice always spoke to her like they were family. Even though these days, he'd been nothing but

didn't feel like talking, he respected her silence. Even Janie had mentioned, quite pointedly, that

Well?

Marguerite never felt it.

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

wouldn't back down, "But Mr. Winston spends a lot on you. You glance

was livid, "Do you think I lack

silent,

window changed continuously as Marguerite snapped back to the present when

Caller ID: Stella.

ignore it and call back once home, but Maurice had already noticed. Ignoring it would only make things seem

on my

rang a few minutes later. He put