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.

might babble nonsense, but she

frail, soft voice seemed to coo, which

her senses, her defenses shot up, making

one.

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

Marguerite wanted to resist, she noticed they were home unusually

the others were

she admittedly enjoyed being embraced by

slightly self-indulgent – saying no verbally, yet desiring him physically. So,

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intimate moment like this would likely

and Hackett sitting in the living room.

that instant, Marguerite felt the guilty thrill of a scandal exposed.

signaling him to put her down.

standing defiantly in the

glance with Jocelyn, while Hackett,

the holding – have

seem to fancy visiting my home quite a bit

calm and composed, but Marguerite couldn’t miss the provocation in it.

and furious, barked, “What’s that