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.

sorts, might babble nonsense,

soft voice seemed to coo, which could

her defenses shot up, making

one.

half an

to resist, she noticed they were

and the others were probably not yet

enjoyed being embraced

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

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an intimate moment like this would likely never come again in her lifetime.

Marguerite miscalculated; no sooner had they stepped out of the hallway than they saw Powell and Hackett sitting in the living room. And there was Maurice, standing on the spiral staircase,

the guilty thrill of a

signaling him

disregarded her completely, standing defiantly in the center of the living

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

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

“Hackett, you seem to fancy visiting my home quite a

Marguerite couldn’t miss

barked, “What’s that supposed to