Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 315

Fredenck’s gaze was blank and unfamiliar, not even glancing towards Marguerite.

Behind Maurice’s glasses were cold eyes, yet the comers of his mouth curled upwards into a smile that seemed harmless yet dangerous

Not only that, he extended hands to hug Frederick, asking, “When did you get back?”

Frederick replied with a chuckle, “About a fortnight ago.”

The casual conversation between the brothers made Marguente feel as if she was in a different world. The tension that had just been present seemed to be nothing more than a figment of Marguerite’s imagination.

Marguente realized that compared to the two men before her, she was still a novice. She couldn’t pretend to be oblivious under such circumstances.

The moment she saw Frederick, she became so nervous that she couldn’t breathe.

Therefore, the one who was unable to move on was always herself. The man she had once hurt had long started a new life. Only she remained stuck in the past.

Maunce gently massaged Marguente’s shoulder, smiling blissfully.

“My daughter has been eyeing this bracelet for a long time, and she asked me to bid for it. Frederick, I heard that you and Yuna have two sons, so you must understand my concerns as a father.”

Marguerite, carried on the conversation with Maurice, “I do, but this

“What?”

Marguerite a

seemed to know everything. “Does it have something to do with

nodded. “The bracelet is a keepsake I gave to her when she was born. Only by getting this bracelet can I get the seller’s

idea that Robert had a sister. And from his story, it seemed that his sister had been missing

felt a sense of connection with Robert. Marguente looked up, saying softly. Then

at Frederick, momentarily at a

held Marguerite even tighter, “Since Marguente says so, I agree. But my daughter will probably be disappointed. I have to think of a way to make it up to

gaze towards Marguerite, thought for a moment, and said, “Marguerite, do you remember she mentioned wanting to go

entirely on Frederick, but she dared not meet Frederick’s eyes, her gaze lingering on

“Marguente?”

turned to look at Maurice,

contentedly, but Marguerite

the courage to look at Frederick, scrutinizing his current expression. But his indifferent gaze gave no clue. Next, she saw him tum his head, gently tucking a

hair’s gotten long Isn’t it getting

bangs aside, her voice soft, “Yes. I’ll have Jocelyn take me for