Bride Behind The Mask Novel

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.”

stride faltered, and she turned with a look of silent

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

weather, sit down. You might not be hungry,

snow outside left her no choice but to compromise. She wouldn’t be able to hail a cab in such atrocious

her seat just as he nonchalantly ordered some comfort food.

Marguerite had zero desire to engage in conversation.

with a perverse satisfaction upon seeing her sad

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

peace and justify their entanglement as

indifference, he locked eyes with Marguerite and casually inquired, “Are you sure you won’t

up her fork and began shoveling food

eat? What good would starving do except harm her own body without

wasn’t that

how could she muster the strength to

the first time and refused to concede defeat at the first

her? If not, why keep her here