Chapter 464

In a heartbeat, Marguerite’s spirits plummeted to rock bottom.

Life is riddled with too many regrets.

The regret that haunted her was not knowing she was loved when it mattered, and by the time she realized, the one who loved her had already departed.

Why do we always miss our chances?

Marguerite couldn’t fathom the reason, her helplessness rendering her powerless.

Had Frederick truly lost all affection for her? The more she pondered, the sadder she became, vexed at how brutally frank men could be with their

words.

With a sharp snap, she closed the menu and stood up resolutely, “I’ve lost my appetite. Take me home.”

Marguerite headed for the door, but his warning voice exploded like a bombshell, “Stop right there.”

and she turned with a

hands, with their distinct knuckles, gracefully tracing the contours of the teacup, every

this weather, sit down. You might not be hungry, but

the ever-thickening snow outside left her no choice but to compromise. She

inwardly, she returned to her seat just as he nonchalantly ordered some comfort food.

the dishes arrived, Marguerite had zero desire

eyes twinkled with a perverse satisfaction upon seeing her

in this moment. He wanted her to experience the pain he once felt, ensuring his feelings for

his inner peace and justify their entanglement as something

he locked eyes with Marguerite and casually inquired, “Are you sure you

him defiantly, then picked up her fork and began shoveling food into her mouth.

What good would starving do except harm her own body without affecting anyone

that foolish!

strength to spar with him on an

first time and refused

If not, why

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