Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 462

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.

and even the snowy scene outside

in the tight

it was an illusion, but she couldn’t help wanting it

go ungranted, and Maurice

bunch of messages, all

the ringing phone shattered the rare peace

are you coming back?” Maurice’s irritable voice was

it to you where I

I

the engine, and only then realized that the traffic

right there.” Marguerite hung

and she didn’t feel

took a turn at

“Aren’t

her gaze, his eyes deep and unreadable. “Dinner first.”

out a suggestion. “How about the Bluebell

Frederick had intended to confess his feelings to her three years ago, and she wanted to revisit that memory.

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