Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 895

Marguerite had been sulking the entire way up the trail, ignoring the man completely. No matter what the kids said or did, she kept her head down and pressed forward, determined to avoid him, to keep her distance, to have nothing to do with him at all.

But somehow, that only made the uneasy knot in her chest twist tighter.

This stifled, frustrated feeling was so much worse than when Maurice used to force her to look after him-it was a hundred, a thousand times more intense.

Why did she care this much? That couldn't be a good sign.

Marguerite realized, with a jolt, that her emotions now seemed entirely tangled up with Silas. And Silas was not Frederick; she absolutely refused to let herself fall into that trap again.

The mountain path wasn't especially steep, but the hike was long. By the time Marguerite and Hayes finally reached their tented hotel, the sun was beating down at its fiercest.

She was drenched in sweat, so exhausted she lost her appetite entirely. All she wanted was a shower. She slipped into her room, washed away the grime and heat, then collapsed onto the bed.

deep green shade over the rounded edge of the tent, keeping

came to fetch her for dinner, but the mere thought of facing Silas again sent another wave of frustration crashing through her. She shook her head and declined, burrowing into the blankets for a

out; Marguerite didn't just nap-she

she finally woke, her body felt sticky and overheated, sweat clinging to her

on her as he asked, "Mommy, you've slept all day. Aren't you hungry? Want to

start to rumble. She sat up,

Hayes' soft hair. "Wait outside for

Hayes nodded enthusiastically. “Okay!"

The v-neck showed off her elegant collarbones

opening directly into the lush forest. As soon as Marguerite stepped outside, a cool breeze greeted

door. Marguerite glanced around, then spotted a small outdoor kitchen setup not far off,

moving with the easy