Bride Behind The Mask Novel

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.

out of sorts, might babble

to coo, which could lighten anyone’s mood.

once she regained her senses, her defenses shot up, making her

one.

the Winston Mansion half an

resist, she noticed

this hour, Maurice and the others were

admittedly enjoyed being embraced by Frederick like this.

being slightly self-indulgent – saying no verbally, yet desiring him physically. So, she allowed herself this one

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this would likely never come again in

sitting in the

that instant, Marguerite felt the guilty thrill

hastily tapped the man’s shoulder, signaling him to put her

completely, standing defiantly in the

exchanged an awkward glance with Jocelyn, while Hackett, livid, stood up

The hugging and the holding – have you no decency? Have you forgotten

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

composed, but Marguerite

red-faced and furious, barked, “What’s that supposed to mean?”