Bride Behind The Mask

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.”

A tightness gripped Marguerite’s chest as she snatched her leg back, her resentment growing thicker by the second.

Miley, witnessing the tension between Marguerite and Frederick, wondered how they’d managed to start another quarrel. Hadn’t she just tried to smooth things over with Frederick?

Worried, she chimed in, “Mr. 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 longer? The truth is about to come out!”

Just the night before, Robert 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 marrying Yuna if Hackett pushed hard enough.

Miley had dashed to work early that day to play mediator, but instead of resolving issues, things seemed to be spiraling out of control.

Were Frederick and Marguerite simply playing house? Talking of marrying as if it were a game and even considering a joint wedding!

Miley felt like an ant on a hot pan, but Frederick’s emotions remained muted. 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 and limped towards the door.

Miley, taken aback, asked, “Marguerite, where are you going?”

Without looking back, Marguerite answered, “I contacted the factory yesterday. I’ve got a contract to sign today.”

And with that, she limped out of the office.

Miley was at a loss. Avoidance was Marguerite’s solution to every problem? Wasn’t this the time to stay and clear up any misunderstandings with Frederick?

He had just finished tending to her wounds, the concern in his eyes nearly spilling over. Any observant person could see his feelings for Marguerite, but her foolish friend was blind to it. And Frederick was stoking the fire of misunderstanding!

Miley was beside herself with frustration when Frederick’s voice broke through her thoughts, “If you’re so worried about her injury, why aren’t you following her? What are you waiting for?”Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Miley was speechless. It was clear as day that it was he who was worried. Why did he have to be so proud and stubborn?

With a forced smile, Miley said, “Mr. Winston, perhaps it would be more effective if you were the one to go after her!”