Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 485

Marguerite scanned the room and, to her relief, didn’t spot Frederick anywhere. She exhaled quietly and once again shook off Maurice’s grasp, making a

beeline for the staircase.

She had to get out of this ridiculous wedding gown before Frederick returned. If someone else fancied it, they’re welcome to it! She was certainly not going to wear it!

But as fate would have it, just as she turned around, there he was-Frederick, slipping off his shoes at the entrance. And his gaze, so perfectly timed, settled on her, clad in that damned dress.

Marguerite wanted to run, but inexplicably, her legs felt like they were filled with lead, refusing to budge.

In the end, it was Maurice who stepped forward, pulling her back to stand before Lisette. His face was stone as he announced, “Mom, this isn’t up for discussion. Whether you approve or not, I’m marrying Marguerite in a month.”

Marguerite shrugged off the hand on her shoulder, acutely aware of Frederick’s eyes on her, feeling like she was being pierced by thorns.

Just her luck! The very thing she didn’t want Frederick to lay his eyes on was now fully exposed to him..

Lisette, meanwhile, set aside her tea and leisurely cleaned her hands with a napkin, “If you want to marry her, you ought to ask if she agrees.”

Marguerite blurted out impatiently, “I do

the ever-silent Powell Winston finally lost his temper. Angry, he started thumping his

him with his arms crossed in a “let’s see how you’re going to answer this

Maurice. If you want me to spell

Powell bellowed, “Marguerite, you’re out of line! I’ve been tolerating you for far too long! If it weren’t for Teresa’s sake, I’d have kicked you out long ago! Who do

back,

voice boomed, nearly leaping from his wheelchair, cane raised as if ready to

intimidating, but Marguerite wasn’t

but to stay. Where Teresa is, I am. Your son might do

the blink of an eye, it seemed every hair on Mr. Powell’s

his cane thumping more fiercely

you to say that again!”

to calm Mr. Powell, “Enough, calm yourself, she’s just a kid, don’t take it to heart! Don’t

a child anymore! Oh, Jocelyn, Marguerite has been spoiled by you and

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