Bride Behind The Mask

Chapter 524

At the same time, Manley’s blood transfusion had been a success, and Hayes had been resting in the hospital. After a little over a week, the two boys were ready to be discharged.

They hadn’t brought much when they first checked in, but now, packing up to head home, they were swamped with bags. There were essentials for the three children, along with some household items Marguerite had bought on a whim. Thankfully, the VIP hospital suite was spacious enough. Besides Hayes and Manley’s room, there was also a small side room. Marguerite and Teresa had been bunking down in that side room, while Frederick had been roughing it on the couch in the main lounge.

Marguerite had considered swapping with Frederick several times, feeling guilty for always relegating him to the couch.

But every time she stepped out of the room, she’d find Frederick on the balcony, lost in a cloud of smoke, his gaze fixed on some distant point, shrouded in a cloak of melancholy. She couldn’t guess what was on his mind.

Not wanting to intrude on his solitude, she shelved the idea of swapping places.

Chuck and a few bodyguards stayed back to pack up, while Marguerite and Frederick, along with the three little ones, headed downstairs to go home.

Their Maybach was parked right outside the hospital entrance. However, as Marguerite was stepping down the stairs, a black SUV boldly parked itself right in front of their ride.

Janie got out of the back seat, smiling as she approached Marguerite, politely advising, “Ms. Lockwood, Mr. Winston is currently scouting wedding venues. He heard that Hayes and Manley were being discharged today and sent me to escort you over.”

Marguerite was speechless to the core. Did Maurice really have to be so persistent?

She hadn’t even made it home yet, and here he was, pulling strings to force her into his plans! Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

“What does his venue scouting have to do with me?”

At that moment, Frederick, cradling Manley, walked past Marguerite without a glance.

Seeing this, Janie raised her voice intentionally, “Ms. Lockwood, this is your wedding too, after all. And haven’t you promised Mr. Winston that the chapter between you and Frederick was over?”

Frederick’s rigid back momentarily froze. He turned to look at Marguerite, his eyes carrying an inscrutable hue.

But Marguerite knew his mood at that moment seemed far from pleased.

She averted her guilty gaze from him, only to sneer disdainfully at Janie, “You don’t need to beat around the bush in front of me. But I am curious, are you so eager for me to join him so I can scout an early escape route for the wedding?”

Janie looked awkwardly aside, making way for Marguerite.

“I’m just the messenger, Ms. Lockwood. Please don’t make this hard for me. Just get in the car, or I won’t be able to explain myself.”

Janie’s difficulties were none of Marguerite’s concern.

Marguerite barely glanced at her but turned to find Frederick efficiently loading the children into the car and then coldly commanding the driver, “Let’s go!”

The driver glanced at Marguerite, knowing he couldn’t disobey Frederick’s orders. He reluctantly started the engine, rather slowly, all the while signaling Marguerite to get in.

Seeing this, Marguerite didn’t wait for Janie to react. She yanked open the car door and jumped in with lightning speed.

The driver, seeing her settled, floored the accelerator and sped off with everyone on board.

Marguerite caught a glimpse of Janie in the rearview mirror, seemingly reporting to Maurice on the phone. She wisely shut off her phone, then turned to glare at Frederick, utterly baffled.

“After all, I’ve been looking after Hayes and Manley for a week which counts for something. You can’t just leave me and run off. That’s just not right!”

Frederick calmly rolled down the window. The breeze tousled his hair, sending a few strands into disarray.

“So, what would you have me do? You can’t expect someone to wait for you forever.”

Even though she had resolved to let him go, Marguerite’s heart still ached when he spoke those words.

And on Frederick’s side, Janie’s suggestive comment echoed in his mind. Marguerite had assured Maurice that things between them were over…

He despised the restlessness that gnawed at him, so he lashed out with harsh words meant to warn Marguerite-and perhaps to warn himself as well. “Don’t delude yourself into thinking I’d ever fight for you. Better drop that notion right now, Marguerite. I don’t love you anymore.”