Chapter 273

Silence A silence that filled the air for what seemed like forever.

Marguerite was clearly stunned, her body rigid as if locked in place, her mind unable to process the situation. She tumed mechanically, her eyes filled with suspicion as she tried to gauge the sincerity of the man’s words.

What did you say?” Marguerite finally managed to utter, disbelief staining her voice.

“I said, I don’t want a divorce anymore.”

Marguerite reflexively retorted, “What about Yuna? She’s carrying your child!”

Frederick said, “Whether that child is mine is up for debate”

A flicker of surprise crossed Marguerite’s face, and a hidden joy that even she found hard to recognize hit her, “You never slept with her?”

Frederick’s lips, sensual yet cold, pressed into a firm line, remaining silent.

Truth be told, Frederick couldn’t be sure if the woman he had a one–night stand with was really Yuna.

The Lockwoods had fooled him too many times, their lies often masked as concrete evidence.

Therefore, a single sapphire necklace wasn’t enough to confirm that Yuna was the woman that night.

Perhaps it was the child the Lockwoods had adopted?

His silence said it all. He had hoped that his honesty and vulnerability would win over Marguerite, making her agree to his plea against divorce.

To his surprise, Marguerite’s eyes widened and a smirk crossed her lips, seemingly mocking or taking joy in his predicament. “So, did Yuna cheat on you?”

Frederick was speechless. She seemed blind to his plea against divorce.

So, she wanted a divorce?

Frederick felt a pang of disappointment, but seeing a rare smile on Marguerite’s face gave him a sense of relief. He tried to lighten the mood, “Well, at least you’re smiling”

Marguente’s face fell slightly, as she finally realized his intentions Frederick was just trying to make her laugh.

She almost fell for it, she thought that….

Marguerite shook her head, firmly pushing that thought away How could Frederick ever love her?

Despite his tireless efforts these past few days, which had touched her greatly, it didn’t equate to love Maybe he just pitied her.

Marguerite turned her back to him, her voice muffled, “Don’t make jokes like that anymore. They’re not funny.”

Frederick asked, “What joke?”

Marguerite replied. “Your joke about not wanting a divorce”

Upon hearing this, Frederick sighed inwardly She had no idea how much he loved her! He wasn’t joking, he was serious.

Because he found himself thinking of Marguerite more and more, he found it increasingly hard to be without her.

He even started to accept the child she was carrying and found himself worrying about whether the child would be as unattractive as Marguente Back then, he didn’t understand that this was love.

It wasn’t until Laverne’s death that he truly faced his feelings.

He loved Marguerite. He wanted to cherish her, protect her, spoil her. For her, he would betray the world. Even if he had made a promise to another woman in his childhood, so what?

His heart was now fully given to Marguerite.

When it came to love, Frederick was fearless Once he was sure of his feelings, he would charge forward without hesitation.

But… he was defeated by Marguerite’s indecision. He wasn’t sure if Marguente loved him.

But that was okay.

He would give her an unforgettable declaration of love. Even if she rejected him, at least the grandest love confession of her life would be from him. That was enough.

With these thoughts, Frederick suddenly pulled Marguerite close again from behind.

His face pressed against her back, greedily taking in her scent before he fell into a