Bride behind the mask novel (Marguerite) novel Chapter 854

Maurice had a habit of showing up at the office for no apparent reason—something Marguerite had long grown used to.

She kept her head down, quietly sipping her tea, when his voice drifted over her from behind. “Everything ready for tomorrow’s launch?”

She didn’t bother looking up. “Tomorrow isn’t just the launch for Polar Radiance. It’s also Silas and Violet’s wedding, remember?”

“If you want to go to the wedding, just say so. We can always reschedule the launch event.”

Marguerite let out a cold, sarcastic laugh.

Everything was already set in stone; even if she wanted to change the date, it was far too late now.

Maurice always acted two-faced, loving nothing more than pointing out the obvious after the fact.

She had to hand it to him—he was consistent.

Finally, she raised her head and met his gaze. “I hope you’ll keep your promise.”

“Sorry, what promise?”

“After Silas and Violet get married, you’ll move out of the apartment. And take your bodyguards and spies with you. I want all of them out of my house.”

Maurice crouched down in front of her, bringing himself to her eye level. For a fleeting moment, Marguerite caught a rare softness in his eyes.

The sight made her skin crawl. She wrinkled her nose and turned away.

“Marguerite, don’t be childish.”

“Are you going back on your word?”

“Haven’t we gotten along just fine these past few days?”

“You might think so. I don’t.”

Marguerite genuinely didn’t understand what about her could keep Maurice entangled with her for three entire years.

She set her teacup down and glared at him. “So, are you moving out or not?”

“We’ll talk about it tomorrow.”

Marguerite let out a sigh, but before she could protest, Maurice took her hand.

Marguerite, however, ignored the stares and took her time browsing. She wasn’t in any rush.

Noticing her hesitation, Maurice plucked a sleeveless black jumpsuit from the rack. “How about this one? I think it suits you.”

Her eyes lit up for a moment. She took it from him and was about to head to the fitting room when a saleswoman started gushing.

Marguerite managed a polite, if awkward, smile.

She glanced down at the dress in her hands. It wasn’t exactly her style, but it looked simple and comfortable—nothing too fussy.

She turned to head for the fitting rooms when, out of nowhere, a woman in a wedding gown appeared, flashing her a radiant smile.

“Marguerite! What a coincidence—are you here to pick out a wedding dress too?”

Marguerite finally recognized her. The cheerful woman before her was none other than Violet—the bride-to-be.

Standing just behind Violet, in a sleek black suit, was Silas. His expression was impossible to read as he fixed his gaze on Marguerite.