Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 547

Marguerite was groggy for a moment before the scene before her eyes started to come into focus.

She saw the worried face of Frederick looming over her, anxiety etched into his features. In that instant, a cloud of darkness seemed to engulf her entirely.

Her head was splitting, and she clutched at her temples while moaning, “I… I forgot it…”

Her emotions had been a tangled mess, and the moment she hopped into the car and revved up the engine, the thought of fastening her seatbelt hadn’t even crossed her mind.

Plus, the car was an old beater and hadn’t been serviced in ages. When her car collided with the other, not even the airbags deployed.

“How could you forget something that important? If I had arrived a second later, you would’ve died, you get that?” Frederick’s voice was stern.

Marguerite felt wronged as she was scolded, but the throbbing pain in her head left her no room to argue back.

Chuck made a lap around Marguerite’s wrecked vehicle and then promptly reported to Frederick, “Mr. Winston, seems like the brake pads on Marguerite’s car are broke.”

How could brake pads just randomly break?

Frederick’s gaze lowered to the disheveled woman in his arms and asked, “Have you had any beef with anyone lately?”

Marguerite lifted her eyelids to meet his gaze, “Yes.”

“Who?”

“You and Yuna.”

momentarily speechless, “I’m

I… My only enemies are you two, so if it wasn’t you, it had to

midst of such a crisis. He quickly interjected, “Mr. Winston, I’ve already called the DMV. They’ll be here shortly to tow the car for a thorough inspection. Right now, we should rush Marguerite to the nearest hospital to

fully lucid, hadn’t paid attention

Frederick was whisking her away, hailing a cab with

close in his arms, and Marguerite, weak and powerless, leaned

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chest.

of her nose as he spoke, causing an

really rattled her brain because, in her delirious state,

he could think of

her cool lips brushing unintentionally

urge that shot through his body, and managed a half-smile,

“No matter how messed up my brain is, I won’t forget how deeply

aback once

feel like this woman wasn’t in a car accident but rather drunk?

her name