Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 559

Marguerite stood there, seething with a fury she couldn’t quite articulate. The man in front of her, Frederick, wasn’t being outright rude-in fact, he wore a casual smile that only seemed to fan the flames of her irritation.

The fact that he was getting married had nothing to do with her, yet here he was, always finding a way to stir her feelings. It was maddening. She had resolved to give up on him time and time again, yet his mixed signals kept her clinging to a hope she knew she should abandon.

Her resolve wavered on his whims.

Marguerite’s temper flared, and the words tumbled out before she could stop them, “If you’re so keen on weddings, why don’t we just have the ceremonies together? Won’t that be better?”

Frederick paused, a flash of something unreadable crossing his face before he let go of Marguerite’s ankle and pulled out a wet wipe to clean his hands. His movements were graceful, his expression loaded with meaning, “Why not? I have no objections.”

her leg back, her resentment growing thicker by the

tension between Marguerite and Frederick, wondered how they’d managed to start another quarrel. Hadn’t she just tried to smooth things

chimed in, “Mr. Winston, you’re just marrying Yuna because of a childhood betrothal, right? And now, it’s not even clear if Yuna truly is the Fitzgerald

her in on the whole thing. In a panic, she had called her parents to rush over. Not fully grasping Frederick’s way of handling

to work early that day to play mediator, but instead of resolving issues, things

playing house? Talking of marrying as if it were a game and even considering a joint wedding!

remained muted. He didn’t answer Miley’s question, his gaze lingered on

taken aback, asked, “Marguerite, where are you going?”

looking back, Marguerite answered, “I contacted the factory yesterday. I’ve got a contract