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.

gaze to meet his deep-set eyes and asked, “But I am genuinely curious. Why did you stand up for me

Why indeed?

come up with a

he found an answer that could convince both Marguerite and himself. “Laverne was kind to

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

any goodwill between

that her grandmother had known

wall, arms folded, a strange flicker in his eyes as he continued to

I was exiled to the countryside with my mother. When we were at our lowest, a little girl gave us

Marguerite’s mind seized.

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

a snowy evening, a mother and son close to collapsing