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

her frail, soft voice seemed to coo, which could lighten anyone’s

regained her senses, her defenses shot up, making her

one.

silent again until they reached the Winston Mansion half an hour later. Frederick carried Marguerite inside, heading straight for

wanted to resist, she noticed they

this hour, Maurice and the others

she admittedly enjoyed being embraced by

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

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this would likely never come again in her

sooner had they stepped out of the hallway than they saw Powell and Hackett sitting in the living room. And there was Maurice, standing

Marguerite felt the guilty thrill of a

signaling him to

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

glance with Jocelyn, while Hackett, livid, stood

is going on here? The hugging and the holding – have you no

glance, “Hackett, you seem to fancy visiting my

and composed, but Marguerite couldn’t miss the provocation

barked, “What’s