Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 546

The verbal sparring match had finally come to an end, but Marguerite couldn’t shake the disgust crawling beneath her skin. The rest of the workday dragged on, her motivation as absent as the warmth in a mid-winter’s breeze,

When quitting time rolled around, she and her adversary made their way to the parking lot in a silent procession. There, parked with precision, was the familiar Maybach. Chuck, always the professional, stepped out from the passenger side and with a bow of respect, opened the back door for Frederick, who slid into the seat without so much as a backward glance.

Marguerite caught sight of the scene and turned to her own ride, a second-hand car, when Chuck’s voice floated toward her, “Marguerite, where are you off to? Get in!”

She paused, her gaze landing on the tall figure now settled into the leather upholstery, fully aware of his current disdain for her company. With a stubborn shift of her eyes, she replied:

time, and I might as well drive it home today.”

puzzled. He remembered the days Marguerite would hitch a ride without

Were they fighting?

find a way to keep her there, oblivious to the growing impatience of Frederick inside the car,

into the vehicle. The driver floored it, and

of exhaust.

She set off at a crawl, her mood sour and her concentration scattered so much

wobbled down the road, rounding a bend and approaching a red light. Marguerite moved to slow down