Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 19

The guy was full of intimidation. Although Marguerite was a bit rattled, she quickly clarified, “It was Mr. Fitzgerald who brought me here.”

Frederick’s face changed slightly, his eyes sparking like a torch. This Robert was a real pain in the ass. He shot Marguerite a glare before ringing up Robert, his irate voice loaded with gunpowder, “I need an explanation!”

Robert chuckled on the other end of the line, responding with a jest, “You got it all wrong! Marguerite is your wife, yet you let me handle her. I thought to myself, that I can’t stash someone else’s wife at my place, can I?”

“Take her back wherever you picked her up from. You’ve got ten minutes. Don’t make me lose it.”

Frederick was like a cheetah, inducing fear. But being Frederick’s doctor, Robert knew how to get his mind. He was always within Frederick’s comfort zone. “Frederick, do I need to spell it out? How Marguerite became your wife, how you can smell her perfume, aren’t you curious? There must be some hidden truths around here. The closer you keep her, the closer you are to the truth.”

Robert’s words woke Frederick up like a splash of cold water.

Yesterday, he could have let Marguerite go since her background was clean as a whistle. But today’s perfume incident revealed that she wasn’t as simple as her profile suggested.

What puzzled him the most wasn’t why he could smell Marguerite’s perfume, but why her perfume smelled exactly like the one Yuna had on that night. If it wasn’t for the clear CCTV footage showing Yuna was the woman with him, he would have suspected Marguerite!

he figured out the source of that scent, he couldn’t let

back to reality, massaging his forehead with his long fingers,

with Robert, Frederick turned back to Marguerite, his icy face seemed indifferent, “I can

was caught off guard, looking up at Frederick with a puzzled expression. Did he just change his mind? What

“Please say it.”

know we’re living in the same house.

twisted? Wife? Aren’t we just

quick on her feet, knowing Frederick

No way. She

him away didn’t seem like she was up to something. He gave her a glance, then turned to Chuck, “Take

“Yes, Mr. Winston.”

Frederick stayed out. He stood at the doorway, smoking, as if he was deep in thought. Marguerite seemed genuine, there wasn’t a hint

grandma, with Marguerite’s personality, she would never associate with a man like Frederick. She was just taking shelter here, and

guest room, an unknown call came in. The number was hidden, it was so careful it reminded her of the mystery person. And it turned out she