Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 127

Marguerite posed a question, her eyes suddenly becoming complex, "Do you see me as a lover or a wife?"

Truth be told, it was a question that she'd been itching to ask.

How exactly did this man view her?

Did he see her as his lawful wife? Well, Frederick never seemed to acknowledge that.

And treating her as a lover didn't seem right either, because lovers at least had love, something Marguerite didn't feel.

She had been living with Frederick for a full month. They'd cuddled in bed, and they'd kissed.

Except for the most intimate interaction, they'd done pretty much everything else.

Marguerite wasn't sure why she was so hung up on labels, but she knew she was always harbouring a glimmer of hope.

If only Frederick would say, "You mean nothing to me," she could stop blaming herself for being pregnant.

But the man turned his head, his mouth quirking slightly, and asked, "Are you scared?"

Marguerite was perplexed, "Scared of what?"

"If I were to publicly acknowledge you today, could you bear the responsibility that comes with it?"

Looking up at him, Marguerite saw a hint of desperate courage in his slightly excited eyes.

"You bringing me here today already let many people know about me. Besides dealing with baseless rumors, what else do I need to take on?"

"Marguerite, when I say 'acknowledge', I mean letting everyone know. Therefore, you'll have to bear much more than just rumors. So listen carefully, are you scared or not?"

"Not scared," Marguerite affirmed.

The word 'scared' simply didn't exist in her life.

"That's good," the man said, clasping her hand tightly again and leading her into the hall.

Marguerite followed him, a bit bewildered.