Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 387

Chapter 387

At the same time, in the heart of Emerald Meadows. The minute the car came to a stop in the driveway, Teresa had

sprung out, bolting towards the house in eager anticipation.

Marguerite, sitting in the front, had unbuckled her seatbelt and was about to step out when she felt Maurice’s hand

grip her wrist. “Wait.”

Marguerite swiftly pulled her hand back. “What is it?”

The cold indifference in her eyes irritated Maurice. Frustrated, he looked out the car window before asking, “You

knew we were going to meet Frederick today, didn’t you?”

Why else would she have been so adamant about him not tagging along?

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Marguerite looked at him, visibly puzzled, “Are you out of your mind?”

Ignoring her question, Maurice turned to face her. “What about our marriage? Have you decided yet?”

Marguerite froze, taken aback. Without a doubt, she should have flat-out refused. But for some weird reason, she

couldn’t find the right words to respond.

Because once again, she saw the deep affection in Maurice’s eyes.

Could it be? Was he really in love with her? Was he serious? Flashes of the past kept flooding Marguerite’s mind.

She remembered the countless nights he had stayed by her side when she was suffering from morning sickness.

When Teresa was born and she was breast-feeding the little one in bed, Maurice was always there, watching from a

distance with a calm demeanor, his face expressing pure joy.

Suddenly, her mind was a jumbled mess of woolen threads.

She had never thought that Maurice had ever loved her, but the evidence of his affection was becoming more and

more apparent.

But little did Maurice know, the clearer his feelings became, the more fearful Marguerite felt.

Maurice was too cold, too calculating. He could ruthlessly persecute Frederick, and just for this reason alone, she

could never marry him!

“Maurice, is there nothing else you can talk about other than marriage?”

He just stared at her, his large hand suddenly caressing her cheek, gently brushing her soft skin.

Marguerite recoiled, feeling a shiver run down her spine.

“Marguerite, you’re smart. Don’t play dumb with me. You know I’ve fallen for you. It started three years ago.”

Marguerite’s heart skipped a beat, her brain almost deprived of oxygen. She couldn’t believe that these words

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could ever come out of Maurice’s mouth. He had openly confessed his love, leaving Marguerite feeling both cruel

and helpless.

Maurice was right. From now on, she wouldn’t even have the privilege to play dumb.

1 admit, I was jealous today. I didn’t like the way you and Frederick looked at each other, and I especially disliked

how you were fond of his son.”,

Marguerite felt her scalp tingle. The confined space of the car was stifling. She feared Maurice would say something

disgusting again.

She brushed Maurice’s arm away and said with a scornful tone, “What, weren’t you the one who was so keen on

arranging this meeting with Frederick? Now that it’s happened, you’re not happy with it. Don’t be so melodramatic.

It only makes me despise you more. And remember, I don’t love you! There’s no way I could ever love you! Don’t

you even think about our marriage!”

With that, Marguerite opened the car door and walked away, and all Maurice could see was a view of her cold,

proud back.