Bride behind the mask novel (Marguerite) novel Chapter 666

Frederick froze, his arm reaching out to embrace her, suddenly halting mid-air.

What in the world was she made of?

Just moments ago, she was tearfully muttering about Penelope, and now, in a blink, she had turned the conversation back onto herself.

Her thought process was truly something else.

Frederick, of course, knew exactly what she was hinting at, but he played dumb, asking her, “Like what?”

“Like...” Marguerite sniffled, her nose red from crying, and turned her head to gaze out at the ever-changing night view from the window, her mind drifting back to the answer she was waiting for from him.

He clearly knew what she meant, yet he chose not to respond, deliberately leaving her hanging. The mere thought of it made her feel even more frustrated.

She took a deep breath, pouting her lips slightly and muttered, “Like lots, lots of things.”

Like just now.

Like that day when Yuna asked him if he still loved her, and he still couldn’t give her an answer.

This man wouldn’t even bother to lie to placate her, Marguerite had no expectations for any response from him.

But then, in a low voice, he hummed, “Oh.”

Marguerite: “......”

Oh…?

What kind of response was that?

The more Marguerite thought about it, the more depressed she became, eventually turning her head away from him, refusing to speak.

But then, in the next second, she suddenly felt a tight grip enclosing her fingers.

Glancing down, she saw that his large hand had already intertwined with hers.

Marguerite felt a warmth from his palm, her body stiffening slightly.

Uh...

What did this mean?

Her bright eyes wanted to explore the expression on his face, but she found that he, too, had turned to look out the window.

Only their intertwined hands remained connected.

In that moment, Marguerite suddenly felt a sense of relief wash over her.

Given Miley's current state, Marguerite feared that if she told her, Miley might let it slip to Robert.

Miley seemed deflated, leaning against the wall: “So they haven’t found her. But no news is good news, my mother-in-law must still be alive!”

The more assertive Miley was, the more uneasy Marguerite felt.

Having spent a day at the police station, Caldwell had already declared Penelope’s fate.

Marguerite was worried that Miley couldn’t handle the truth once she found out.

“Why didn’t you go to the scene yourself if you’re this worried?”

Miley, frustrated and desperate, said, “I did go! But I was turned away by Hackett and Yuna! I had no choice, so I came to you for answers.”

Marguerite calmed herself and led Miley inside. “Stop worrying, stay with me tonight. Seeing you like this, I wouldn’t feel right letting you go back alone.”

Just as they stepped over the threshold, a chilling, sharp voice suddenly called out from behind them.

“Marguerite, stop right there!”

Marguerite’s steps faltered, and as she turned, she saw Maurice Winston stepping out of his car.

The man’s sinister gaze landed on her, sending a shiver down her spine.