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!"

in her chest, but Violet's apology was genuine—almost pitifully so. If

her irritation and sighed. "Fine. I know you meant well.

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

Violet hurry away before turning and picking up the tailored suit she'd come

the changing room, fingers tired and distracted, when suddenly the curtain was

in front of

second, then hastily pulled her shirt closed and pressed

"You-!"

broad hand clamped gently

anger as she glared up at him,

mouth, waiting until she stopped struggling, his other arm braced against the

to breathe. When he sensed she'd calmed, he slowly lowered his hand and spoke in a

Marguerite bit down on his

a sharp breath but didn't make a sound, his jaw clenched tight