Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 857

Marguerite's heart lurched. Instinctively, she clutched the edge of the velvet curtain and snapped, "Don't come in! I'm not dressed."

Maurice hesitated outside, sounding both exasperated and helpless. “Alright, I won't come in. Just tell me are you hurt?"

Marguerite glanced at Silas's forearm. The bloody imprint of teeth was stark and horrifying.

She turned away, voice flat. "I'm fine. I'll be out soon."

"Okay. I'll wait for you in the lobby."

Only after Maurice's footsteps faded did Marguerite look back at Silas.

His face was calm, as if the ugly wound on his arm didn't even exist.

But Marguerite knew all too well just how much pain she was in.

"The wedding's tomorrow," she said quietly. "Can you just stop coming to see me?"

"I'll leave as soon as I finish," Silas replied.

"Then make it quick."

Her cool, distant gaze wounded him, but his eyes were still earnest, burning with hope. "I'll wait for you tomorrow."

you so many times-I'm not going. And if I do, it'll only be to wish Claire well. It has nothing to

I'd throw everything away for a man I've known less than a

gently cupped her face, his thumb brushing away the

tailored suit laid out nearby. His

a

beneath her strength and fragile resilience was a gentleness-a woman who didn't need to hide behind a façade of power,

pretend. She just had to be herself, and that was

just didn't know if she'd give

out, drawing the curtain behind him. Only after his footsteps faded did Marguerite's strength finally desert her.

was in turmoil all

Ten minutes later.

stepped out

Silas

box with

reached

the trunk.

arm, but

smile faltered, but she forced a playful grin as she looked up at him. "Silas, Mom wants you to come over for dinner tonight. How about we stop by the

Instead, he pressed the car keys into

guard. "What's that supposed to mean?

to go

"Why the hospital again? Are you feeling