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:

it down a

were drawn tightly, sealing them in the room. Stella stood by a window, cautiously peeking through the

a few tense minutes, Stella sighed in relief and waved

off. But keep it brief-I can't be sure if he's

refraining from prying into Marguerite and Silas's

we look like

punched his chest, "Who'd want to sneak around

a bit of force into it, unsure if Silas felt anything, but her knuckles sure

gently took her hand and massaged it,

Marguerite

came

at the thought of Silas's sweet nothings. Was this guy a

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

at Stella, "Could you

the camcorder, "Seriously, if I step out and Maurice spots me, what should I

inserted earbuds, pretending to shut out

letting it slide. She turned back to Silas, meeting his