Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 508

Marguerite snapped back to reality, confusion laced her voice. “What?”

“About Hackett,” Frederick across from her said, his eyes piercing as if they could unveil the deepest secrets of the soul. He had an unnerving talent for voicing things in a direct manner.

He always seemed to know what she was thinking, had done so in the past and was doing it now. Marguerite had grown used to

Thus, she didn’t bother to hide her feelings.

A trace of melancholy thickened on her face as she nodded, spilling her truth. “Deep down, I guess I always hoped I was a Fitzgerald. At least that way, I’d have family that cared, that worried about me. Zoe and Ablett never treated me like one of their own. And since grandma passed away, I’ve been all alone in this world.”

Suddenly, Frederick felt a pang in his chest. Was it because he thought of Laverne? Or had he begun to feel a twinge of compassion for Marguerite?

It seemed even he couldn’t pinpoint the reason.

deep-set eyes and asked, “But I am genuinely curious. Why did you stand up for me downstairs? Why argue

Why indeed?

come up with a

“Laverne was kind to me. Even if I despised you, I owed it to her

clouded with questions as she faced him. “What do you mean by that?

had no knowledge of any goodwill between her grandmother

it be that her grandmother had known

a strange flicker in his eyes as he continued to

lowest, a little

Marguerite’s mind seized.

the fog of her childhood memories, a similar scene surfaced. Except, she was not the beggar; she

remembered was a snowy evening, a mother