Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 564

Marguerite’s ears were practically calloused from all the flattering talks Zack was throwing her way. She knew he was buttering her up, hoping to make his future at work a little less grueling.

She was about to wave him off when Miley latched onto Zack’s arm and demanded, “How did you know that, Zack? And if you’re fibbing, I’ll spill the tea about your little gossip session to Mr. Winston!”

Zack paled, shaking his head frantically, “I would never fib! Actually, before you two arrived, I got a call from Mr. Winston! It scared the daylights out of me, because why would a big shot like him lower himself to ring me up?

He mentioned his assistant had a sprained ankle and insisted we take it seriously or else he’d have my head. That’s why I asked Ms. Lockwood if she wanted a wheelchair earlier.

At first, I thought Mr. Winston was just testing our hospitality towards clients. Only when I found out Ms. Lockwood is Mr. Winston’s ex-wife did I realize his concern was genuine!”

Marguerite was surprised. Frederick had actually called to make sure Zack took care of her?

What in the world was that man up to?

Meanwhile, Miley was grinning from ear to ear, “I never bought it when Robert said Mr. Winston was shy. But now, it’s clear he’s indeed like that. It’s funny, though. If he wants to pamper his lady, why go through middlemen? Sounds like a fuss over nothing!”

As Miley prattled on, Marguerite’s scalp itched with irritation.

Zack another look, she ignored him, and he took the hint

her plate, Miley suddenly blurted out, “It’s

baffled, “What are

though he’s tight-lipped, he’s been showering you with tender loving care in every little aspect of life. I don’t see the point in your dithering and testing. Love isn’t about

reckon you need to

made a move, didn’t I? He rejected me.”

long did

he

man who truly loves you would watch you

Mr. Winston’s reasons are, I’d say

made sense, and Marguerite fell silent, deep in thought. If everyone else could see that he loved her, but he himself was oblivious, was there any

was one thing, admitting them quite another. Was she really ready to

in her

evening, at the Winston

Mansion, changed into her pajamas, and headed to