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.”

as she snatched her leg back, her

Frederick, wondered how they’d managed to start another quarrel. Hadn’t she just tried to smooth things over with

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 heiress. Can’t you wait a bit

had filled 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 affairs, she feared his sense of duty might corner him into

day to play mediator, but instead of resolving issues, things seemed to be spiraling out

Frederick and Marguerite simply playing house? Talking of marrying as if it were a game

He didn’t answer Miley’s question, his gaze lingered on Marguerite, intense and unsettling. Feeling the weight of his stare, Marguerite quickly slipped on her shoes

“Marguerite, where

factory yesterday. I’ve got a

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