Bride behind the mask novel (Marguerite) novel Chapter 387

Chapter 387 

At the same time, in the heart of Emerald Meadows. The minute the car came to a stop in the driveway, Teresa had sprung out, bolting towards the house in eager anticipation. 

Marguerite, sitting in the front, had unbuckled her seatbelt and was about to step out when she felt Maurice’s hand grip her wrist. “Wait.” 

Marguerite swiftly pulled her hand back. “What is it?” 

The cold indifference in her eyes irritated Maurice. Frustrated, he looked out the car window before asking, “You knew we were going to meet Frederick today, didn’t you?” 

Why else would she have been so adamant about him not tagging along? 

Marguerite looked at him, visibly puzzled, “Are you out of your mind?” 

Ignoring her question, Maurice turned to face her. “What about our marriage? Have you decided yet?” 

Marguerite froze, taken aback. Without a doubt, she should have flat-out refused. But for some weird reason, she couldn’t find the right words to respond. 

Because once again, she saw the deep affection in Maurice’s eyes. 

Could it be? Was he really in love with her? Was he serious? Flashes of the past kept flooding Marguerite’s mind. 

She remembered the countless nights he had stayed by her side when she was suffering from morning sickness. 

When Teresa was born and she was breast-feeding the little one in bed, Maurice was always there, watching from a distance with a calm demeanor, his face expressing pure joy. 

Suddenly, her mind was a jumbled mess of woolen threads. 

She had never thought that Maurice had ever loved her, but the evidence of his affection was becoming more and more apparent. 

But little did Maurice know, the clearer his feelings became, the more fearful Marguerite felt. 

Maurice was too cold, too calculating. He could ruthlessly persecute Frederick, and just for this reason alone, she could never marry him! 

“Maurice, is there nothing else you can talk about other than marriage?” 

He just stared at her, his large hand suddenly caressing her cheek, gently brushing her soft skin. 

Marguerite recoiled, feeling a shiver run down her spine. 

“Marguerite, you’re smart. Don’t play dumb with me. You know I’ve fallen for you. It started three years ago.”