Bride behind the mask novel (Marguerite) novel Chapter 418

Chapter 418 

A half-hour later, at Emerald Meadows. 

As soon as Maurice walked into the room, he saw Marguerite bustling about in the kitchen. 

She was wearing a beige silk gown, the material draped perfectly over her figure, and the length of the gown accentuating her curvaceous form. 

Maurice’s eyes narrowed as he moved in to wrap his arms around Marguerite’s slender waist from behind, “Are you bored? You rarely come into the kitchen.” 

His cool hand traced over the fabric of her dress, causing Marguerite to break out in goosebumps. She pushed him away in a panic, her face alert, 

“Back off!” 

Maurice remained calm, advancing once more but avoiding any physical contact. 

“We’ll hear from our son soon,” he said. 

Surprises always catch you off guard. 

Marguerite was initially taken aback, then disbelief set in, “Really? You’re not fooling me?” 

Her excitement overwhelmed her, and amidst the chaos, she accidentally knocked over the trash bin by her feet. 

This is wonderful! Absolutely wonderful! Perseverance pays off! 

Once her son was found, she vowed to stick by his side, never letting him out of her sight. 

Seeing her joy, a smile spread across Maurice’s face, “But if our son comes back, he wouldn’t want his parents to be apart. He’d want a complete family. Marguerite, you know what I mean.” 

Marguerite paused, sensing that Maurice was once again bringing up marriage. 

Her joy turned to indignation, her chest heaving with a sense of sorrow, “Maurice! He is your son too, how could you use him as a bargaining chip, threatening me into marrying you?” 

Maurice shrugged nonchalantly, undeterred, “I’m thinking the best for our son.” 

“You were so confident in getting me to marry you, so why are you saying all this now?” 

Maurice corrected her, “There’s a difference between voluntary and forced.” 

Voluntary and forced? Well, that’s a grand way to put it. 

Marguerite’s anger flared, her eyes blazing as she met his gaze, unafraid to expose his true intentions. 

“You’re just playing a game with me! You not only want to outdo Frederick, you also want to win me over, to prove yourself superior to Frederick, to show that with just a snap of your fingers, I’d fall into your arms! You’re wrong, Maurice, you’ve been a loser from the start, you lost to Frederick and you lost to me! Because from start to finish, Frederick is the only one in my heart, and I will never willingly marry you!” 

Marguerite’s words stung, infuriated Maurice. He had been patient and tolerant towards Marguerite for the past three years, no matter how she acted out, he was always in control, never engaging in a full-blown argument. 

But to say that he lost to Frederick? How could Maurice stand for that?