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Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 665
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Chapter 667 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.

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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...? 11 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.

No matter how much he avoided discussing their issues, his gentleness towards her was undeniable.

All the intricate details and even the outcomes that troubled her heart seemed to matter less now.

An hour later, they arrived back at the Winston Mansion.

Marguerite reluctantly pulled her hand away from his, and together, they walked towards the house.

But from a distance, she spotted a familiar figure.

It was Miley! "What are you doing here so late?" Frederick gave Marguerite a knowing look and went into the mansion first, leaving the two women stalone.

Miley didn't answer her question directly but instead asked anxiously, "Marguerite, tell me, what's the situation out there? How's my mother-in-law? Did you find her?" The dim light from the porch cast a shadow on Miley's already anxious face, making it appear even more haggard.

Marguerite briefly explained the situation, omitting the details.

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Especially about Penelope's cause of death, as per the police's request, she kept it from Miley.

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'th found her. But no news is good news, En 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 cto you for answers."

Marguerite calmed herself and led Miley inside. "Stop worrying, stay withtonight. 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.