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

reluctantly released her, and Marguerite noticed the blinds were drawn tightly, sealing them in the room. Stella stood by a window, cautiously peeking

tense minutes, Stella sighed in relief and waved

keep it brief-I can't be sure if

refraining from prying into Marguerite and Silas's relationship, and plopped down at a desk, fiddling with

"Do we look

chest, "Who'd want to sneak around with

bit of force into it, unsure if Silas felt anything, but

discomfort, Silas gently took

Marguerite at

snort came from

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

with an

looked at Stella, "Could you give us

out and Maurice spots me, what should

that, Stella theatrically inserted earbuds, pretending to shut out the

turned back to Silas, meeting his gaze, "What