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

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

want to walk home in this weather, sit down. You might not be

out with dignity, the ever-thickening snow outside left her no choice but to compromise. She wouldn’t

her seat just as he nonchalantly

had zero desire to engage

eyes twinkled with a perverse satisfaction upon seeing

to experience the pain he once felt, ensuring his feelings for Marguerite remained

through this could he maintain his inner peace and justify their entanglement as something detached from

with Marguerite and

up her fork and began shoveling food into her

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

wasn’t that foolish!

to

initiative for the first time and refused to concede defeat

did Frederick still love her? If not, why keep

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