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.

babble nonsense, but she wasn’t

voice seemed to coo,

senses, her defenses shot up,

one.

Mansion half an

she noticed they were home unusually

this hour, Maurice and the others were probably not

being embraced by Frederick like

– saying no verbally, yet desiring him physically. So, she

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intimate moment like this would likely never come again in her

saw Powell and Hackett sitting in the living room. And there was Maurice, standing on the spiral staircase, his piercing gaze

guilty thrill of a

the man’s shoulder, signaling him to put her

defiantly in the center

awkward glance with Jocelyn, while

What in God’s name is going on here? The hugging and the holding – have you no decency? Have you forgotten

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

composed, but Marguerite couldn’t miss the provocation

barked, “What’s that supposed to mean?”