Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 852

Of course she was nervous-there was no pretending otherwise.

Even though Marguerite tried her best to stay composed, her heart raced wildly, refusing to settle. Instinctively, she balled her clammy hands into fists, her lips parting in silent hesitation before she forced herself to sound calm.

"Who called?"

Her reaction was anything but subtle. Maurice chuckled softly, reaching over to brush her cheek. "Are you feeling alright? You look a little pale."

Marguerite was nearly frantic with worry, but Maurice's nonchalant attitude only made her mind spin with possibilities.

Was it really Silas who'd called? Why couldn't Maurice just give her a straight answer?

The tension stretched between them for what felt like ages, until at last Maurice let out a low laugh. "The first batch of Polar Radiance has finished production. Chuck was calling to ask about the date for the launch event."

Marguerite let out a silent breath of relief.

Unbelievable.

She knew it-Maurice was still testing her.

It had just been Chuck on the phone, but he managed to make it feel like some

sort of spy drama, nearly scaring her to death.

Marguerite dug her phone out of her purse. "I'll call him back."

"No need," Maurice replied. "I already set the date."

She blinked, taken aback, and turned to look at him. "You set it? When?"

"Next Wednesday."

Next Wednesday?

went even

day of Silas and

had deliberately scheduled the launch on the very same day.

sharpened, confusion furrowing her brow. "Why Wednesday?" Maurice replied smoothly, "Astrologically,

stars. The aurora is a kind

eyes, unsure how

fell silent, deciding not

the wedding on the same day was probably for the

least it left no

all, the moment Marguerite learned of Silas and Violet's wedding, a reckless thought had flashed through her mind. But she couldn't

and was one of the few people Marguerite genuinely

with her, Marguerite could never betray

herself from her thoughts and realized Maurice still

car.

aren't we moving

covered her hand with his, voice low. "Can't you move Chuck somewhere else? Away

the

is just

at

think Ľm stupid, or are you underestimating yourself? You want Gertie to

really what you think

obvious? She already sticks to me like glue. Now

me at work too?"

what I