Chapter 548

In a flash, the urge to throttle Marguerite surged through him like a wildfire!

It didn’t take long for Chuck to arrange a ride to the hospital to pick them up. After lifting Marguerite into the car, Chuck’s call came through almost immediately.

“Mr. Winston, the brake pads on Marguerite’s car weren’t tampered with. It’s just wear and

tear.”

“Got it.” He hung up and turned to Marguerite as if to prove something, “The results are in. Yuna had nothing to do with it.”

“So, what you’re implying is that it’s somehow related to you?” Marguerite’s voice was barely audible, caught in her throat.

A cold flash passed through Frederick’s deep-set eyes, his tone turning sharp with annoyance, “It’s related to no one, the brake pads simply wore out! Marguerite, is that really what you think of me? That desperate?”

“You yourself said you loathed me to the core, and when there’s hate like that, guess anything’s possible, huh?”

Frederick’s lips pressed into a tight line, a storm of displeasure brewing within.

Communicating with this woman was becoming intolerable! Annoyed, he turned his gaze out the window, his mind wandering back to an hour earlier, to Marguerite’s disoriented

state.

They say men don’t fancy smart women, and Frederick had always scoffed at that notion. Now, it seemed there might be some truth to it.

sorts, might babble nonsense, but she

her frail, soft voice seemed to coo, which could lighten

senses, her defenses shot up, making her approachable by no

one.

half an hour later. Frederick carried Marguerite inside, heading straight

to resist, she noticed

hour, Maurice and the others were probably not yet

she admittedly enjoyed being embraced

no verbally, yet desiring him physically.

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this would likely

and Hackett sitting in the living room.

guilty thrill of a

man’s shoulder, signaling him to put her

her completely, standing defiantly in the center

awkward glance with Jocelyn, while Hackett, livid,

and the holding – have you no decency? Have you forgotten who Manley and Hayes’

him a glance, “Hackett, you seem to fancy visiting my home

and composed, but Marguerite couldn’t

“What’s that supposed

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