Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 262

Frederick, seeing Marguerite in such a state, felt each second passing by was pure agony

He gently wrapped his arms around Marquente, tightly clutching her shoulders, hoping he could offer her a sliver of comfort and strength

“There’s no rush to sign. We’ll come back tomorrow”

Marguente in his arms had long run out of tears, her emotions utterly drained.

She shook her head, her voice hoarse, “Let me go, I can sign. I’ll sign”

Marguerite’s voice was monotone, but her hand trembled uncontrollably.

Her handwnting was shaky but the pressure she applied was forceful enough to make an imprint on the back of the paper, giving Frederick a glimpse into her despair

Laveme’s body had to be kept in the hospital for a day to determine the exact cause of death, so Frederick had no choice but to take Marguerite home first.

Throughout the joumey, Marguente was calm. She didn’t cry, nor did she make a fuss.

Frederick kept silent, knowing that no words could console her wounded heart night now.

Chuck, the co–pilot, was about to turn around to report the situation, but Frederick immediately shook his head at him, signaling him to stay quiet. Instead, Chuck texted Frederick

landed at Meadow Haven

the doctor who prescribed the

[Understood“]

the city streets, caught

filled with breakfast street vendors, and Marguerite’s gaze suddenly fell on a shop selling

Frederick, the floodgates of her memories opening wide, and

Fredenck

tone indifferent. “No, it just reminded me of when I was a child. We were so poor, but I really wanted

potatoes were rotten, so they tasted bitter and astringent. Yet, my grandma and I found them incredibly delicious, and it made us feel so content” As Marguerite spoke, she felt as though

her childhood,

face to look him in the eye, her tone

kind, that pops with a loud bang, it’s spectacular! I had it when I was little, my grandma made it

popcom machine that the landlord had discarded. One day, when my grandma was napping, I took out the machine and decided to try making popcorn

exploded right in my face, leaving me dazed

looked at my soot–covered face, quickly checked if I was disfigured, and when she saw I wasn’t hurt, she spanked

was animated and vivid, but

she seemed, the more

grandmother in relation to Laverne showed how much she had

passing was a fatal blow

he would rather have Marguerite cry and make a fuss, even act out, as long as it made