Bride Behind The Mask

Chapter 465

But before their lips touched, Maurice abruptly strode forward, yanked open the car door, and forcefully pulled her out.

All of a sudden, Marguerite couldn’t tell if the strange look in Frederick’s eyes was one of anger or disappointment.

Before she could even process what was happening, Maurice slipped off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders, pulling her tightly into his embrace the next moment.

Marguerite, feeling completely rebellious and infuriated, tried to push the man away, but her efforts were in vain. Her gaze instinctively sought Frederick.

But Frederick always remained so composed, his emotions unreadable, not a ripple to be seen.

So, he really didn’t love her anymore, right?

Maurice held Marguerite close, not letting go, his tone finally revealing a hint of anger, “Frederick, whatever happened between you and Marguerite is history. I don’t want you disrupting what she and I could have in the future.”

Frederick cocked an eyebrow, his smile tinged with mockery.

“If you truly wanted to marry her, why would her past bother you at all? As for the future, how can you be so sure there won’t be any twists and turns yet to come?”

Maurice fell silent because he knew all too well that the biggest wildcard was Frederick himself.

The fact that Frederick could speak so brazenly today meant he was extremely confident about Marguerite’s stance.

Frederick locked the car and went inside, leaving Marguerite still held captive in Maurice’s arms.

“Let me go.” Marguerite struggled, pushing against his chest.

Maurice’s face darkened, a storm brewing as he spoke again, his voice filled with suppressed rage, “Explain yourself.”

“What’s there to explain? You’ve heard the same words from me so many times it’s worn thin. What do you want to hear? That I love him, or that! want to win him back?

Maurice, do you really need me to declare my feelings for him in front of you every time? You know I have no sweet words to offer, if you don’t want to torture yourself, just let me go.”

Marguerite let it all out in a rush of words, but Maurice tightened his grip on her shoulders, emphasizing each word through gritted teeth, “Marguerite, do you still want to know where our son is?”

“Fine, I’ll drop it,” Marguerite quickly changed her tune, her tone softening immediately, “Can you tell me now where my son is?”

Maurice’s eyes, filled with anger, bore into Marguerite.

She had quickly changed her words, yet her defiant stance remained.

Maurice knew that no matter what, Marguerite would never be truly submissive to him, so he left her with a harsh warning, “Marguerite, don’t come crying and begging to me in the future!”

Marguerite smiled wryly, sincerely meeting his gaze, “I’m looking forward to that day more than you are.”

With that, Marguerite forcefully broke free from Maurice’s embrace and without a backward glance, she headed inside the house.

Love can make one vulnerable, but also brave.

In front of Frederick, Marguerite was vulnerable. But with Maurice, she was fearlessly audacious.

She never intended to receive anything from Maurice, so no matter how he threatened her, Marguerite was unafraid.

She held Jocelyn’s words close to heart.

A woman must take control to avoid being at the mercy of others.

Thus, for her son’s whereabouts, she had decided to seek help from Robert and Penelope.

Marguerite hurried through the front yard into the house, but just as she stepped through the foyer, she was stopped in her tracks by the scene before her.

Yuna was kneeling in the middle of the living room, tears streaming down her face.

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