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.

“But I am genuinely curious. Why did

Why indeed?

Frederick couldn’t come up with a suitable reason at first.

himself. “Laverne was kind to me. Even if I

she faced him. “What do you mean by

no knowledge of any goodwill between

be that her grandmother had

a strange flicker in his eyes as he continued to

were at our lowest, a little

Marguerite’s mind seized.

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

she remembered was a snowy evening, a mother and son close to collapsing in the snow outside their old house,