Bride Behind The Mask

Chapter 464

In a heartbeat, Marguerite’s spirits plummeted to rock bottom.

Life is riddled with too many regrets.

The regret that haunted her was not knowing she was loved when it mattered, and by the time she realized, the one who loved her had already departed.

Why do we always miss our chances?

Marguerite couldn’t fathom the reason, her helplessness rendering her powerless.

Had Frederick truly lost all affection for her? The more she pondered, the sadder she became, vexed at how brutally frank men could be with their

words.

With a sharp snap, she closed the menu and stood up resolutely, “I’ve lost my appetite. Take me home.”

Marguerite headed for the door, but his warning voice exploded like a bombshell, “Stop right there.”

Her stride faltered, and she turned with a look of silent reproach.

She saw his hands, with their distinct knuckles, gracefully tracing the contours of the teacup, every movement reeking of elegance.

“If you don’t want to walk home in this weather, sit down. You might not be hungry, but I am.”

Though she yearned to storm out with dignity, the ever-thickening snow outside left her no choice but to compromise. She wouldn’t be able to hail a cab in such atrocious weather!

Seething inwardly, she returned to her seat just as he nonchalantly ordered some comfort food.

But even as the dishes arrived, Marguerite had zero desire to engage in conversation.

His eyes twinkled with a perverse satisfaction upon seeing her sad face.

Frederick admitted to himself that there was a twisted pleasure in this moment. He wanted her to experience the pain he once felt, ensuring his feelings for Marguerite remained a pure, undiluted loathing.

Only through this could he maintain his inner peace and justify their entanglement as something detached from love.

Sipping his tea with serene indifference, he locked eyes with Marguerite and casually inquired, “Are you sure you won’t eat?”

She glared at him defiantly, then picked up her fork and began shoveling food into her mouth.

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She wasn’t that foolish!

Besides, how could she muster the strength to spar with him on an empty stomach?

She had taken the initiative for the first time and refused to concede defeat at the first hurdle.

But did Frederick still love her? If not, why keep her here to dine with him?

This question was driving Marguerite to the brink of madness!

She sat through the meal in a sullen silence, unable to decipher his intentions.

She found herself succumbing to insecurity, her actions far removed from her typical boldness.

Ah, love was indeed a taxing affair!

After their meal, Frederick drove towards the Winston Mansion with unhurried ease.

The heavy snow and misty sky blurred the road ahead, but as they approached the manor, Marguerite glimpsed Maurice’s figure standing stark against the ornate gate.

Frederick parked swiftly, and as Marguerite prepared to exit the car, he unexpectedly caught her shoulder and leaned in close, his eyes twinkling mischievously, “He’s probably worried about us rekindling old flames. So, should I kiss you now, just to make his long wait worth it?”

Marguerite sighed deeply.

She knew Frederick was merely toying with her, but even armed with this knowledge, she willingly played the puppet in his hands.

Gazing into his deep eyes, she felt herself being pulled into an endless abyss.

As his sensuous lips drew nearer, Marguerite’s heart sank, and she quietly closed her eyes.