Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 854

Maurice had a habit of showing up at the office for no apparent reason- something Marguerite had long grown used to.

She kept her head down, quietly sipping her tea, when his voice drifted over her from behind. “Everything ready for tomorrow's launch?"

She didn't bother looking up. "Tomorrow isn't just the launch for Polar Radiance. It's also Silas and Violet's wedding, remember?"

"If you want to go to the wedding, just say so. We can always reschedule the launch event."

Marguerite let out a cold, sarcastic laugh.

Everything was already set in stone; even if she wanted to change the date, it was far too late now.

Maurice always acted two-faced, loving nothing more than pointing out the obvious after the fact.

She had to hand it to him-he was consistent.

Finally, she raised her head and met his gaze. "I hope you'll keep your promise." "Sorry, what promise?"

"After Silas and Violet get married, you'll move out of the apartment. And take your bodyguards and spies with you. I want all of them out of my house."

Maurice crouched down in front of her, bringing himself to her eye level. For a fleeting moment, Marguerite caught a rare softness in his eyes.

She wrinkled her nose and turned away. "Marguerite, don't

you going back

along just fine

think

genuinely didn't understand what about her could keep Maurice entangled

are you moving out or not?" "We'll talk about it

Maurice took her hand. "Come on. You're free this afternoon, aren't

course. You can't seriously be thinking

argue, Maurice was already leading her

see the point in arguing

she'd do it. Around Maurice, she felt like an emotionless machine. He was always eager to please, pressing his warmth against

could

Cresthaven was home

atelier, famed for

wives of the ultra-wealthy all fought for a chance to own one

dream to set foot inside this place-many brought blank checks, desperate for a single

despite being new to Cresthaven, walked in as if he owned the place and casually told Marguerite, "Pick whatever you like. Don't worry

Marguerite with envy, quietly speculating just who she was to be favored by