Chapter 298
Bride Behind The Mask
At a distance less than twenty meters from Frederick, an unexpected figure suddenly blocked Margueriteâs path.
Marguerite was running so fast that she couldnât stop in time, colliding hard into a manâs chest.
A familar scent wafted over her, but with no time to identify the source, Marguerite instinctively pushed the man away and continued to run.
However, her wrist was swiftly caught by the man and she was yanked back. Only then did she realize that the man blocking her way was none other than Maurice!
âLet go of me!â Marguerite anxiously looked towards the security checkpoint. The facial recognition machine seemed to be having some problems and was unable to successfully identify Frederick. This only increased her anxiety.
However, Maunce looked at her with annoyance. âMarguerite, what are you trying to do?â
Marguerite, frantic, kept her gaze fixed on Frederick not far away. 7 want to see him one last time.â
âJust to see him?â
Marguerite nodded, âYes.â But as soon as she finished speaking, her backpack was harshly pulled off from her shoulder. Maurice, with his long and slender fingers, gripped the corner of the bag and pulled it upside down. Items poured out like a waterfall.
Airline tickets, driverâs license, passport, laptop..
Maurice looked at each item, his eyes becoming increasingly cold. âDo you need airline tickets and a passport just to see him? Marguerite, youâve already made up your mind, why lie to me?â
Indeed, Marguerite had always seen herself as a greedy person. Once she got something, she wanted more. The moment she decided to see Frederick, she had already planned to leave with him.
She just didnât want to admit it. But now, she had no choice but to confront her feelings.
She opened her eyes and stared coldly at Maurice. âSince you already know my decision, youâll let me go with him, right?â
Maurice stared back at her, his gaze filled with unfathomable depth.
Ignoring Margueriteâs words, he gripped her arm with one hand, and used the other to force her to face Frederickâs direction.
âSince you only wanted to see him, youâve seen him now. Can we go back?â
Marguerite stiffened, trying to pull her arm away, but Maurice simply wrapped his arm around her shoulders, immobilizing her, âMarguerite, donât make me lose my temper.â
Mauriceâs soft yet threatening warning filled her ears, but she didnât care.
In her world, there was only Frederick. Sensing her presence, he turned around and their eyes met.
Separated by a sea of people, Marguerite felt an insurmountable distance between them.
In that moment, it was as if a lifetime passed.
She wished Frederick would come and take her back, harshly ordering her, âCome back through security!â
But she didnât hear his voice. Instead, Mauriceâs voice filled her ears. âMarguerite, donât forget, Frederick doesnât love you. Youâre carrying my child, he would rather see you dead. Have you forgotten what he said to you? He wishes you and my child were deadâ
Marguerite froze, the image of Frederick in front of her suddenly becoming blurred.
She thought he was about to walk towards her but Mauriceâs words brought her crashing back to reality.
Maurice gripped her arm, slowly leading her towards the exit. But Marguerite and Frederickâs gaze locked on each other.
Quietly, tears fell from her eyes as she repeated to herself over and over, Iâm sorry. I love you.â
Eight months later Stonebridge Memorial