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?

to her more and more-first letting her attend the

inside. Frowning, she pressed, "You're really

can go.

when had Maurice become

had always been selfish to the core. This sudden shift

hopped off Miley's lap, grabbed Marguerite's hand, and tugged her toward the door

while Miley rolled her eyes and didn't bother

apartment. Apparently, Maurice had given instructions in advance-Gertie and the security guards were nowhere to be

Miley headed straight for Marguerite's bedroom and started tossing her

pregnant, Marguerite gently pushed her onto the bed. "Let me handle

crossed her arms, her expression a mix of frustration and concern.

Marguerite calmly refolded her

life, Miley. Taking care of the least I