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!"

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

know you meant

fingers in a mock oath. "I promise, never again! Anyway, Marguerite,

hurry away before turning and picking

mood was in turmoil, thanks to Violet. She'd only just started unbuttoning her shirt in the changing room, fingers tired and distracted, when suddenly the curtain was yanked aside with a

right in

froze for a split second, then hastily pulled her shirt closed and pressed an arm protectively

"You-!"

could shout, Silas's broad hand clamped gently but

with panic and anger as she glared

kept his hand over her mouth, waiting until she stopped struggling,

it hard to breathe. When he sensed she'd calmed,

didn't get to finish. Marguerite bit

sucked in a sharp breath but didn't make a sound, his jaw clenched tight against the