Bride behind the mask novel (Marguerite) novel Chapter 520

Chapter 520 

Marguerite turned to face Frederick, the pristine moonlight casting over his head, wrapping him in a halo of golden grace. She was baffled, utterly at a loss as to why he would suddenly bring up something from three years ago-the matter of the sapphire necklace. 

Her mind stuttered through her memories; it seemed that when the necklace went missing, he hadn’t seemed to care much about it. 

She recalled rushing into Frederick’s room, eager to describe the design of the necklace, hoping he’d keep an eye out for it. But he had cut her off, showing no interest. So, why was he now so certain that the lost necklace was the sapphire one? 

Marguerite couldn’t find the logic in it and could only nod, her eyes slightly widened as she answered, “Yes, it’s lost. What about it?” 

Frederick’s face was taut with intensity as he closed the gap between them, his tall frame casting an imposing presence that rushed over her in waves of urgency. 

“The necklace-did you lose it before you met me, or after?” 

His proximity sent Marguerite’s heart into a frantic gallop, almost leaping from her throat. 

She had resolved to give up on Frederick and didn’t want to give herself any reason to feel otherwise. 

She took a few steps back, avoiding his burning gaze. “I suppose it was after I met you.” 

“Do you remember where you lost it?” 

Marguerite wracked her brain, but the passage of time had blurred the details in her memory. “If I remembered where it was, would I have come to your room looking for it? But I suspect it’s somewhere within your estate. Never found it, in any case.” Within his estate? Impossible! 

He remembered that Sadie had looked for it on Marguerite’s behalf, but she never found it. 

“Could it have been taken by Yuna?” Frederick asked. 

Marguerite was confused, her gaze filled with puzzlement as she looked at him.. 

Why was he suddenly so interested in the past? 

She just couldn’t figure him out. 

Shaking her head firmly, Marguerite denied the possibility, “How would I know? Yuna is so materialistic, why would she even care about my sapphire necklace? But Frederick, since when did you start beating around the bush? If you’re so interested in that sapphire necklace, what are you trying to prove?” 

What was he trying to prove? He just wanted to confirm whether the woman he’d had a one-night stand with years ago was indeed Marguerite. 

But her recent reply gave him no clues, leaving him completely in the dark. 

He was on the verge of laying it all out, demanding to know if she had ever been to the Regal Haven Hotel that night three years 

ago. 

Yet, deep down, he feared her response.