Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 296

Marguerite locked eyes with her, an intense gaze that flickered then faded, “Miley, you’re overthinking things. He probably hates me Why would he want you to call me to him?”

“You’re canying Maurice’s child, but I think Mr. Frederick is feeling conflicted It’s not good that the child is Maurice’s, he won’t accept it right away, you have to give him time”

“Yes, the child is Maurice’s. So why would he want me to leave with him?*

Miley stamped her foot in frustration, feeling like Marguerite was being stubborn

“That’s why I said he’s conflicted! Marguerite, if you go, there’s still a chance for you two. If you don’t, there’s no hope left.”

Marguerite gazed at the shimmering sea, her voice filled with sadness, “You don’t understand our relationship. He doesn’t love me at all. From the beginning, it was just my wishful thinking”

Miley held her head in her hands, completely exasperated by Marguerite, her voice uncontrollably loud, “At this point, who cares if he loves you! Marguerite, stop being so dramatic! You only get one chance, grasp it or lose it forever! Think about it!”

all she could Whether Marguerite could seize

a surge of emotions. The flight was at 8pm, directly from Stonebridge City to

suddenly felt dizzy, her head spinning. The distance between Vespera and Stonebridge was thousands of miles. But to Marguente, it felt farther than the ends of the earth Because it meant that they would part forever. There would be nothing left

status. She had nothing to worry about. And with Yuna giving birth

Marguerite thought about it, the lonelier she felt. Tears streamed down her

she tried to convince herself, a rebellious voice echoed inside her. Deep down, she wanted to run away with

she knew, her actions had made it impossible for her to face him

trash. Then she took some melatonin, hoping to sleep through the long day. She fell asleep quickly, but her dreams were full of

face, telling her that he loved her In her dreams, he waited for her

dark. By now, Frederick should have

tear–stained face, looked at the time, and

hour left before Frederick’s

texts, [Marguerite, there are three hours left before Mr. Winston