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!”

could Whether Marguerite could seize

Marguente holding the plane ticket, feeling a surge of emotions. The flight was at 8pm, directly from Stonebridge

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

take good care of Frederick, and with Robert’s resources, he could regain his status. She had nothing to worry about. And with Yuna giving birth to Frederick’s child,

thought about it, the lonelier she felt. Tears streamed

rebellious voice echoed inside her. Deep down, she wanted to

actions had made it impossible for

ticket into the trash. Then she took some melatonin, hoping to

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

By now, Frederick

cleaned her tear–stained face, looked at the

an hour left

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