Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 172

Marguerite was speechless.

He said so again.

Frederick's paranoia was stifling, making Marguerite feel suffocated.

He was a king standing at the pinnacle of the world, able to manipulate everyone with just a few words. How could she possibly keep track of his every move?

Feeling cornered by him, Marguerite gritted her teeth and tried to remain composed. "Mr. Winston," she said, her voice calm, "You give me too much credit. Whether or not I know your whereabouts, you're here, leaving your girlfriend alone waiting. Shouldn't I interpret it as I am more worthy of your attention than Yuna?"

Marguerite couldn't find words to refute him; she knew he wouldn't believe her. She decided to change her tactics and quickly end this standoff.

Yet, she realized there was some truth in her words.

If she didn't mean anything to him, why would he leave Yuna to find her?

Deep down, Marguerite knew that this man's attention had nothing to do with love, it was all about hatred.

In fact, his hatred for her surpassed his love for Yuna.

Frederick's eyes locked onto Marguerite, his voice filled with mockery and contempt, "Marguerite, don't flatter yourself."

Marguerite held her own, her words sharp and precise, "Mr. Winston, isn't my self-flattery a product of your indulgence? Every little thing I do, you get upset. If you suspect me of ulterior motives, wouldn't the best course of action be to ignore me?"

Frederick was speechless.

For the first time, he felt defeated by a woman.

He knew she was being sarcastic, yet her words were spot-on, each one hitting him where it hurt.

After a moment of silence, he released Marguerite, his gaze colder than ever.

"Remember this, Marguerite. You are nothing to me. From now on, steer clear of me!"

Marguerite put on a brave face, raising her pale face, still wearing her composed expression.

"I'll remember that, I won't seek you out. But Mr. Winston, the same goes for you. I believe we both don't want further entanglements."

With that, Marguerite pushed Frederick away and walked out of the bathroom.

Her cold, proud silhouette was as composed as ever.