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.

it was time to choose an end at

before the sound of a hospital bed’s

Manley in, with two bodyguards following, pushing the

little guy looked up and saw Hayes lying unconscious on the bed,

noticing Manley’s gaze

with Little Mute? Was he asleep or in a coma? He seemed so

Frederick,

when Chuck, oblivious to their conversation, began to

Winston, we’ve set up Manley’s bed next to Hayes. Also, we’ve located the doctor who drew blood from

settled around Frederick, his gaze turning icy, “Let him face

exile him to Africa, strip him of his citizenship,

“Yes.”

Chuck mentioned a doctor drawing blood from Hayes. Could it be that Little Mute had drained his own

“How could this happen? Mommy promised me, she said

had arranged for Hayes’ blood to be drawn, and