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:

down a bit? Maurice

them in the room. Stella stood by a window, cautiously peeking through the

minutes, Stella sighed in relief and

it brief-I can't be sure if

and Silas's relationship, and plopped down at a

chuckled softly, "Do we look like we're

chest, "Who'd want to

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

discomfort, Silas gently took her

leaving Marguerite

snort came

at the thought of Silas's

man seemed unfazed, even with an audience, speaking

at Stella, "Could you give

me, what should I say? That

theatrically inserted earbuds, pretending to shut out

Marguerite thought, letting it slide. She turned back to