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.

eyes and asked, “But I am genuinely curious. Why did

Why indeed?

up with a suitable reason at first.

pause, he found an answer that could convince both Marguerite and himself. “Laverne was

questions as she faced him. “What do you mean by that? Laverne was

had no knowledge of any goodwill between

that her grandmother had known Frederick

immediately. He leaned casually against the wall, arms folded, a strange flicker in his

mother. When we were at our lowest, a little girl gave us a loaf of bread, and her grandmother,

Marguerite’s mind seized.

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

how old she was when it happened. All she remembered was a snowy evening, a mother and son close to collapsing