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:

two lovebirds tone it down a bit? Maurice hasn't left

were drawn tightly, sealing them in the room. Stella stood

minutes, Stella sighed in relief and waved

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

and Silas's relationship, and plopped down at a desk, fiddling with

we look like

his chest, "Who'd want to

it, unsure if Silas felt anything, but her knuckles sure

Silas gently took her hand

leaving Marguerite at a

a snort came

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

an audience, speaking without a hint of

cheeks heat up and looked at Stella, "Could

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

that, Stella theatrically inserted earbuds, pretending to

to