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."

so many times-I'm not going. And if I do, it'll only be to wish

Do you really think I'd throw everything away

face, his thumb brushing away the

laid out nearby. His

could admit that Marguerite was a force to be reckoned with

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

loved didn't have to pretend. She just had to be herself, and that was

didn't know if she'd give him that

his footsteps faded did Marguerite's strength finally desert her. She collapsed onto the stool, utterly

heart was in turmoil all

Ten minutes later.

and Silas stepped out

Silas

the box with

reached

in the trunk.

but he

grin as she looked up at him. "Silas, Mom wants you to come over for dinner tonight. How about we stop by

pressed the car keys

caught off guard. "What's that supposed to mean? Aren't

go to the

"Why the hospital again? Are you feeling