NovelEnglishChapter 845
That evening, Marguerite finally clocked out of work.
As she stepped out of the building, she spotted Maurice's car parked right in front. He was leaning casually
against the hood, puffing on a cigarette-a rare sight since he wasn't usually a smoker.
It was uncanny. Even though Maurice and Frederick looked nothing alike, the way Maurice smoked reminded her
so much of Frederick. For the first time, she saw a flicker of Frederick in Maurice.
Without acknowledging him, she slipped into the passenger seat. Maurice stubbed out his cigarette and got in
beside her. Behind them, her colleague, Tim, spotted Maurice and quickly hailed a cab, visibly relieved.
Maurice drove them around the city without heading home. "There's a new
couple's restaurant on Main Street. Want to give it a try?"
Marguerite's eyes remained indifferent. "A couple's restaurant? Do you really think
| have the appetite for that?"
"How would you know if you don't try?" he countered.
She turned her gaze to the window, saying nothing. Maurice chuckled to himself, "If you're not interested, we'll
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtjust head home."
Marguerite couldn't stand how Maurice always spoke to her like they were family. Even though these days, he'd
been nothing but indulgent.
He never forced her to do what she didn't want to. If she didn't feel like talking, he respected her silence. Even
Janie had mentioned, quite pointedly, that Maurice had never treated any other woman this well.
Well?
Marguerite never felt it.
She retorted instantly, "Would you call it 'good' if a man hired someone to tail you constantly, leaving you unable
to go hor see your family?"
Janie wouldn't back down, "But Mr. Winston spends a lot on you. You glance at something, and he'd buy the
whole store if he could. Isn't that good?"
Marguerite was livid, "Do you think I lack money?"
Janie fell silent, unable to counter.
The scenery outside the car window changed continuously as Marguerite snapped back to the present when her
phone rang.
Caller ID: Stella.
She dreaded Stella bringing up Silas's condition. She planned to ignore it and call back once home, but Maurice
had already noticed. Ignoring it would only make things seem suspicious.
Reluctantly, she answered, blurting, "I'm on my way home. I'll call you then, okay?"
She hung up quickly, but Maurice's phone rang a few minutes later. He put it on speaker since he was driving.
To her surprise, Stella's sweet voice filled the car:
"Maurice! You need to bring Marguerite over right now! | have something important to ask her!"
"What's it about?"
Marguerite tensed up immediately!
She hadn't instructed Stella to keep Silas's therapy confidential, and she feared Stella might spill the beans!
She watched Maurice, who was steering with one hand, her heart in her throat.
"What else could it be? | need to find out about Robert! Why else would | need Marguerite? That's her only use!"
Marguerite exhaled in relief, feeling the cold sweat cling to her t-shirt.
"If it's about Robert, why can't you say it over the phone?" Maurice asked.
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