Bride behind the mask novel (Marguerite) novel Chapter 843

Maurice sat back, leisurely sipping his coffee, as if the world outside his window was a calm lake on a Sunday morning.

But when Marguerite opened the door, she was met with two burly bodyguards, their expressions as impenetrable as the Great Wall.

"Miss Lockwood, I'm afraid you need to step back inside," one of them said, blocking her path with all the warmth of a cold winter breeze.

Marguerite's eyes flashed with anger. "Move aside!"

The bodyguard didn't flinch. "Miss Lockwood, please don't make this harder than it needs to be. If you take another step, we’ll have to intervene."

Clutching the handle of her suitcase, Marguerite's knuckles turned white, fury searing through her veins. She was no match for these men, and she knew it, but she stood her ground.

Maurice finally set his cup down with a deliberate grace, walking over to Marguerite. He placed one hand gently on her shoulder and with the other, pulled the door shut with a soft click.

Marguerite glared at him, her voice a low growl, "How long do you plan to freeload here?"

Maurice’s eyes twinkled with amusement, "Oh, until, let’s say, Silas and Violet tie the knot?"

He was still hung up on Silas. What on Earth had they discussed after leaving the apartment last night?

“Silas is just a business partner, Maurice. Can you stop with the paranoia?”

“Paranoia?" Maurice raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "I know how men think, Marguerite. The way he looks at you... I’m not blind.”

She bit her lip, regretting her words the moment they left her mouth. Arguing legalities with Maurice? She must be out of her mind. He’d skirted the law before, always managing to slip away unscathed.

Yet Maurice’s eyes, sharp and knowing, met hers. He corrected her calmly, "Marguerite, this is a lawful society. I’m just a guest. You’re free to come and go."

Free? What kind of freedom was this? Was it freedom when Janie tracked her every move to and from work? Or when she couldn’t take a step without someone shadowing her?

Her gaze turned to Maurice, filled with derision and growing hatred. Her eyes, bloodshot and seething, bore into him as she spoke, each word a bullet. "Maurice, one day, I will destroy you."

His pupils flickered with surprise for the briefest moment before he nodded with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. "Well then, we’ll go down together."