Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 510

Marguerite stared blankly at Frederick’s retreating figure, her lips unable to form a complete sentence no matter how hard she tried.

Her chest began to heave uncontrollably as waves of emotion crashed over her.

Head bowed, she couldn’t stop the tears that streamed down her cheeks.

Her sobs were restrained, but they still reached Frederick’s ears.

Perhaps, Marguerite truly loved him, but what did it matter?

In his world, it seemed that aside from hatred, he was utterly incapable of love. He couldn’t love any woman, including Marguerite.

By all means of propriety, he should be comforting her now, rubbing her back or offering a shoulder, followed by some noble platitudes about remaining friends if not lovers. Yet, his hands remained clenched into fists at his sides.

He wouldn’t even afford her that final courtesy. He feared misunderstanding, feared a point of no return.

then it was time

wasn’t long before the sound of a hospital bed’s gears broke

leading Manley in, with two bodyguards

saw Hayes lying unconscious on the bed, immediately stumbling

tears, noticing Manley’s gaze on Hayes-lost and

pondered, “What’s wrong with Little Mute? Was he asleep or in a coma? He seemed

Frederick, asking,

pondering how to respond to Manley when Chuck, oblivious to

Hayes. Also, we’ve located the doctor who drew blood from Hayes today. What would you like us to

his gaze turning icy,

him to Africa, strip him of

“Yes.”

bit slow to catch on, he understood the implications when Chuck mentioned a doctor drawing blood from Hayes. Could it be that Little Mute had drained his own blood

Frederick, mumbling, “How could this happen? Mommy promised me, she said she wouldn’t draw blood

arranged for Hayes’ blood to be drawn, and Manley