Chapter 345

“Come here, let me lead you.” Frederick’s tone was authoritative yet warm.

Marguerite could tell that Yuna was overflowing with joy, but her own heart was throbbing with an inexplicable pain.

Regardless of how much Maurice had explained to her about how much Frederick had changed from his old self, and no matter how cold and indifferent Frederick was towards her, Marguerite didn’t think much of it. But witnessing Frederick’s unabashed love for Yuna, expressed in both words and actions, was a fatal blow to Marguerite.

The indifferent look Frederick gave her contrasted sharply with the affection he showed Yuna.

In his eyes, she had indeed become a stranger.

It was said that a woman’s jealousy and competitive spirit could be frightening, and Marguerite had to admit that she was indeed jealous of Yuna at that moment.

Why did Frederick give all his love to Yuna, but showed only indifference towards her? But on deeper thought, Marguerite felt that Yuna deserved it. During Frederick’s most difficult times, it was Yuna who had been there for him. On the other hand, what had she, Marguerite, given him?

All she brought him was betrayal..

OF 2 < < 0 ū 3 ? ? ›ã As everyone slowly headed towards the model apartment, Marguerite walked absent–mindedly, not daring to look at the happy figures of Yuna and Maurice.

Suddenly, a cry of pain came from ahead – Yuna had indeed sprained her ankle.

Without a word, Frederick held Yuna up in his arms and turned towards the others.

“Yuna’s ankle is badly injured. I’ll take her to rest.”

E “Alright, we’ll go upstairs to take a look.” Maurice replied.

Marguerite didn’t say anything but caught the cold look in Frederick’s eyes, sharp like a blade, leaving her feeling wounded all over.

Marguerite climbed the stairs quickly, eager to escape the sight of Frederick and Yuna’s affectionate interaction.

Out of sight, out of mind, she didn’t want to torture herself and decided to immerse herself fully in her work.

However, she had never created a fragrance that could remove formaldehyde, and was momentarily at a loss. So she began checking the formaldehyde levels and instructed the workers to take notes.

Soon, Hammond appeared next to Maurice. He pulled out a bottle of Bengay from his pocket and respectfully said to Maurice, “Young Master, this is the ointment for sprain you asked me to buy.”

Maurice took it and handed it to Marguerite, a half–smile on his face, “I think Frederick might need it.

Why don’t you take it to him?”

Marguerite didn’t take it. She knew Maurice was deliberately tormenting her. “How childish can you get? Enough is enough, don’t push it.”

“If you love him that much, you’d even hand him a knife if he wanted to commit a crime. So, why not this?”

Marguerite glared at him and without saying a word, walked past him to the balcony to catch her breath.

Today, Marguerite felt a pain she had never experienced before. She couldn’t understand how she ended up in this situation.

How she wished she had the carefree nature of Miley, the ability to let go and forget about things. But Frederick was like a thorn in her heart, one that she couldn’t pull out.

What should she do?

Marguerite ran her slender fingers through her hair, kneading her scalp out of frustration. Suddenly, a faint hint of cigarette smoke wafted over.

She frowned and instinctively turned around.

The man she least wanted to see at that moment was standing there, a cigarette held between his fingers, silently watching her.