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:

you two lovebirds tone it down

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

sighed in relief and

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

into Marguerite and Silas's relationship, and plopped down

we

"Who'd want to sneak

of force into it, unsure if

took her hand and massaged

Marguerite

a snort came

look at her, feeling a tingle at the thought of

with an audience, speaking without a hint of

cheeks heat up and looked at Stella, "Could you

step out and Maurice spots me, what should I say? That you're in here talking to yourself? Don't worry, I'm not

theatrically inserted earbuds, pretending to

back to Silas, meeting his gaze, "What did you come here