Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 462

Marguerite fumbled with her seatbelt. She was confused.

Frederick, it seemed, didn’t dislike her as much as she had imagined.

A small thrill of victory zipped through her as she pondered this.

But then, as if on cue, fat snowflakes began to flutter down from the sky, quickly blanketing the streets and bringing traffic to a standstill, trapping the two of them on the road.

Marguerite had dashed out in such a rush that she only threw a peacoat over her usual dress, she didn’t even put on socks.

She felt a chill creeping in, her hands, now rosy with the cold, rubbed together for warmth.

Then came the “click” of a button being pressed, and the next thing she knew, a wave of warm air enveloped her. Suddenly, her heart felt a touch warmer, and she turned to the man beside her to ask, “Are you cold, too?”

“Mhm.” Frederick’s reply was terse, his gaze fixed on the road ahead, a picture of icy detachment.

Yet, the next moment, his eyes inadvertently flicked towards Marguerite’s exposed ankles, just beyond her boots, and his expression tightened ever so slightly.

In truth, Marguerite wanted to ask if Frederick had turned on the heat just for her, but his response made her feel like she was reading too much into it.

lifted, and even the snowy scene outside

that had stranded them together, cocooned in the tight

but she couldn’t

and Maurice Winston’s ill-timed call came through.

of messages, all of which she had

phone shattered the rare peace inside the car, forcing her

you coming back?” Maurice’s irritable voice was unmistakable, even

you where

you playing at? I know you’re

the engine, and only then realized that the

be right there.” Marguerite hung up,

ask who had called, and she

be taking her home. Instead, he took a turn at the next junction, heading in the opposite direction of the Winston Mansion.

was puzzled. “Aren’t we going

his eyes deep and

blurted out a suggestion. “How

confess his feelings to her three years ago, and she