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?"

know if you don't try?"

nothing. Maurice chuckled to himself, "If

to her like they were family. Even

what she didn't want to. If she didn't feel like talking, he respected her silence.

Well?

Marguerite never felt it.

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

you. You glance at something, and he'd buy the whole store

you

fell silent, unable to

changed continuously as Marguerite snapped back to the present when her

Caller ID: Stella.

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

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

quickly, but Maurice's phone rang a few minutes later. He put it on speaker