Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 549

In an instant, the air crackled with tension as Frederick and Maurice locked eyes, a fiery spark seeming to ignite and sizzle between them.

Marguerite felt suffocated, trapped between the two men. She couldn’t understand why Frederick, who clearly didn’t love her, always used her to provoke Maurice. She hated it because it gave her the false hope that Frederick still held some affection for her.

Maurice held Marguerite so tightly she could barely breathe. Desperate to end this silent standoff, she quickly patted Maurice on the shoulder and pleaded, “Can we please just go? I’m feeling awful, I need to rest in my room”

Maurice shot Frederick a glare that could cut steel before turning on his heel, carrying Marguerite toward the staircase.

Hackett was still seething with anger, turning to Powell with a face twisted in resentment.

Powell, taking a break from his usual silence, reprimanded from his wheelchair, “Frederick! What the hell did you say earlier? What if Yuna heard you? How would she feel?”

Frederick’s response was nonchalant, “What’s it to her?”

Powell heaved a deep sigh and threw a last glance at Maurice and Marguerite’s retreating figures, raising his voice just enough for all to hear, “What’s it to her? She’s your betrothed, isn’t she?”

“Betrothed? Since when?”

Now that Hackett has brought her back to the Winston Mansion, she’s your fiancée, isn’t she?”

hearing this. So Yuna and Frederick had been promised to each other since birth; no wonder Hackett kept showing up at the mansion to support

tangled like a ball of yarn as Maurice carried her to her room. As soon as they were inside, she quickly demanded,

on the edge of the bed, clearly not intending to leave. “Aren’t you going to explain?”

shrank back, putting some distance between them. “Explain

you with Frederick?”

car crashed into his.” She

the same company as Frederick, so

Stonebridge City has thousands of roads, a million cars. You’re telling me it’s just a coincidence that you both happened to be on the same street and had

fate,” Marguerite

voice rising in frustration,

believe

lie, why

lock me up if