Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

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Chapter 289

The sight of Frederick brought a momentary joy to Marguerite.

The man she had been waiting for had finally amved, and she no longer had to face everything alone She yeamed

to throw herself into his arms, regardless of whether he loved her or not. She wanted to use his sturdy shoulders as

a pillar of support and to pour out her tears, without restraint.

But reason told Marguente that she couldn’t do that. She wasn’t certain if Frederick had overheard her

conversation with Maurice, and now that she had taken off her mask, revealing her true face, she hadn’t figured

out how to break this to him.

But Frederick’s maction wasn’t as shocked or surprised as she had imagined, as if he had known her true

appearance all along

Fredenck stepped forward and took Marguerite’s hand, his authontative tone softened, it was comforting. Til take

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you home”

Marguente was a bit taken aback, but she followed Frederick, step by step But before they could leave the room,

Maurice’s voice rang out from behind them

“Frederick! Marguente has something to tell you”

Both of them stopped in their tracks. Frederick turned around and looked quietly at Marguerite, but he was silent

In the few seconds of their eye contact, Marguerite saw a mix of emotions flash through Frederick’s eyes. First

skepticism, then deep thought, and finally, he made a calm decision

His words were directed at Maurice, “Our business is none of your concern”

Fredenck took Marguente’s hand and turned around again, but Maurice spoke up, as if issuing a final ultimatum, “If

you don’t tell him, I will.”

Marguente’s heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively pulled her hand out of Frederick’s grasp

Frederick paused, then looked back at Marguente. His bright eyes were unwavering, but he remained silent

Through Frederick’s eyes, Marguente realized that he didn’t seem to want to know what she had to tell him. Maybe,

subconsciously, he sensed that what she was about to say was something serious. Serious enough to disrupt his life,

perhaps even cause a radical change in his life.

So, Marguerite saw a hint of self–deception in Frederick’s expression

But after a long silence, he finally spoke, “What do you want to tell me?”

“What can I say?” Marguente looked at Frederick blankly, tears of self–reproach falling down her cheeks.

What was she supposed to say?

That their mamage was the result of her and Maurice’s manipulation? Or that the baby in her belly was Maurice’s

child?

I’m sorry.. It’s all my fault. Im sorry.” Marguente kept apologizing, her voice trembling her body shaking

uncontrollably Marguente was crying so hard that she couldn’t get her words out properly

Frederick’s compassion for Marguente overcame his suspicion. He put his arm around Marguente’s shoulders, his

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warm hand gently stroking her, “if you don’t want to talk about it, we don’t have to Let’s go home”

The gentler Frederick was towards her, the more upset Marguerite became

She didn’t know why Maurice insisted on her having the baby, but what she did know was that she was the one who

had complicated Frederick’s situation.

Although the company had weathered the storm, she found it impossible to face Frederick again. So what if they

went home? Every time she looked at him, she would remember the foolish things she had done. And since she was

carrying Maurice’s child, Maunce would never let her go, and he certainly wouldn’t let Frederick go, either

It was time to end all this.

The pressure, guilt, and heartache almost suffocated Marguerite She held her breath, forcing herself to calm down.

Then she looked up at him, her words as ruthless as an executioner’s blade, “Frederick, I’m carrying Maurice’s

child. He he is the father”

The room suddenly fell into a deathly silence, and no one spoke. Marguente could only hear Frederick’s rapid,

heavy breathing

After a long while, Frederick finally spoke, his voice cold, “Marguerite, you said.”

Before he could finish his sentence, Marguerite interrupted him, “I said i’m carrying Maurice’s child, don’t ask me

again”

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