Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 856

Marguerite's face fell in an instant.

She could brush off those words coming from anyone else, but she never imagined she'd hear them from Violet.

Violet had been by her side for over half a year, knowing all her habits, all her heartbreaks. Frankly, aside from Miley, no one in the world understood her better. She couldn't keep up the pretense any longer; her expression darkened.

"You, of all people, should know what happened between me and Maurice. You know how much I hate him. Have you lost your mind over this new boyfriend of yours?"

Marguerite's anger left Violet stunned, her eyes wide with shock, quickly clouded with hurt.

"I'm sorry, Marguerite, I didn't mean it like that. I just wanted someone to look after you, that's all. Please, forgive me?"

"I can take care of myself. I don't need a man."

"I know, I know! Please, Marguerite, don't be mad at me. I'm so sorry!"

but Violet's apology was genuine—almost pitifully

irritation and sighed. "Fine. I know you

in a mock oath. "I promise, never again! Anyway, Marguerite, my wedding dress needs adjustments and the designer is waiting. I have

picking up the

to Violet. She'd only just started unbuttoning her shirt in the changing room, fingers tired

right in front of

her shirt closed and pressed an

"You-!"

Silas's broad hand clamped gently but firmly

panic and anger as she glared up at him, defiant

kept his hand over her mouth, waiting until she stopped struggling, his other arm braced against the wall-boxing her

she could feel the heat radiating from him, making it hard to breathe. When he sensed she'd calmed, he slowly lowered his hand and spoke in a low voice,

finish. Marguerite bit down on his arm,

sucked in a sharp breath but didn't make a sound,