Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 883

Miley snapped her fingers toward the doorway, and a middle-aged woman promptly walked in.

Pointing at the newcomer, Miley began her introduction, "Mr. Winston, this is Laura-the top nurse in all of Cresthaven. I pulled some serious strings and paid a premium just to get her here for you! Trust me, with Laura taking care of you, you'll be in much better hands than with Marguerite."

Hayes, perched on the woman's lap, nodded so enthusiastically it was almost comical. "That's right, Uncle Maurice! Laura is wonderful-she's incredibly attentive and focused. She has so many certifications, she could stack them up and they'd be taller than me! And she can give you massages every day!"

The man's expression darkened noticeably, so much so that Marguerite could almost sense a dangerous glint in his eyes. But with his injuries having taken the fight out of him, and with everyone watching, there wasn't much he could do about it.

Robert smiled, ever the peacemaker, and explained gently, "Maurice, Marguerite's been handling Poppy Petal Fragrances ever since you were hospitalized. The canceled launch yesterday has already caused an uproar-she needs to be with the company. Keeping her here in the hospital day after day just isn't practical. Wouldn't you agree?"

Marguerite fully expected Maurice to refuse, but to her surprise, the harshness in his eyes softened. He turned to look at her, his voice laced with an unfamiliar note of compromise. "If that's the case, you should go with them."

Marguerite was stunned. Had he really agreed?

Lately, he'd been giving in to her more and more-first letting her attend the wedding, now letting her go home. It was so out

Frowning, she pressed, "You're

you can go. I shouldn't have insisted you

Maurice become so

changed? Maurice had always been selfish to the core. This sudden shift made Marguerite feel like

lap, grabbed Marguerite's hand, and tugged her toward

goodbye to Maurice, while Miley rolled her eyes and didn't bother to hide her

Maurice had given instructions in advance-Gertie and the security guards were

for Marguerite's bedroom and

pushed her onto the bed. "Let me handle this. You should sit and

arms, her expression a mix of frustration and concern. "Marguerite, you're impossible

Marguerite calmly refolded her

saved my life, Miley. Taking care of the least I can