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

saying nothing. Maurice chuckled

spoke to her like they

want to. If she didn't feel like talking, he respected her silence. Even Janie had mentioned, quite pointedly,

Well?

Marguerite never felt it.

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

you. You glance

was livid, "Do you

fell silent,

car window changed continuously as Marguerite snapped back to the present when

Caller ID: Stella.

back once home,

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

rang a few minutes later. He put it on speaker