Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 847

Marguerite instinctively struggled against the hold, but the man's grip was too strong, locking her in an embrace that felt like he wanted to merge her with his very being.

"Marguerite..."

Huh?

The man's voice was deep and velvety, like the rich notes of a cello, and it caught Marguerite off guard. It was only then she realized that the man holding her was Silas.

"Could you let me go, please?"

"I missed you so much."

He was tall, enveloping her completely, and Marguerite still couldn't see Silas's expression. But she imagined it must be a mixture of sadness and longing because his voice had carried a hint of heartache.

Marguerite knew she should push him away, but there was something comforting and familiar about his embrace, something she had missed.

Silas had never held her like this before, yet she felt oddly at home in his arms. She found herself surrendering, resting her forehead against his chest.

Just as she took a deep breath, Stella's exasperated voice broke the moment as she hurried into the room:

tone it down a bit?

Marguerite noticed the blinds were drawn tightly, sealing them in the room.

tense minutes, Stella sighed in relief and waved

brief-I can't be sure if he's really gone or just

prying into Marguerite and Silas's relationship, and plopped down at a

"Do we look like

his chest, "Who'd want to sneak around

a bit of force into it, unsure if

gently took

Marguerite at

a snort came from

the thought of Silas's sweet nothings. Was

man seemed unfazed, even with an audience, speaking without a hint

heat up and looked at Stella, "Could you give us a little

"Seriously, if I step out and Maurice spots me, what should I say? That you're in here talking

theatrically inserted earbuds, pretending to shut out

slide. She turned back to Silas,