Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 287

There were no words to describe the storm that was raging within Marguerite.

Today, she'd been bombarded with secrets upon secrets, leaving her completely unprepared and caught off guard. Her emotions had already settled into a numb calm after wave after wave of shock, akin to the feeling of throwing caution to the wind.

All that Maurice had done, wasn't it just to bring Frederick down? So, whatever he said now, Marguerite did not find it surprising. Even if he suddenly confessed to being the Grim Reaper himself, she had to believe him!

Marguerite let out a laugh, soaked in self-mockery and despair, before tears start to trickle down her face, her nose stinging worse than after a spoonful of horseradish.

Maurice looked down at Marguerite's shaking shoulders, and regardless of whether she could accept it, he continued to speak, "The moment I saw you in the hospital, I was drawn to your beauty. But that was just a fleeting admiration, nothing to do with affection. Yet, when I began to investigate you, I found out your parents were scheming to get you involved with Hanley. I've met Hanley, he's a fat gambler.

At that moment, I found myself empathizing with you. If you had to give up your virtue that night, why couldn't it be with me? At least, after completing your mission, I could offer you stability for the rest of your life. Hanley, however, could offer you nothing."

His voice was soft, his tone gentle, but Marguerite could only feel nausea.

How could he utter those words, "If you had to give up your virtue, why couldn't it be with me?"

Despite his good looks, how was he any different from Hanley?

In fact, Maurice was even more of a refined scoundrel and hypocrite than Hanley.

Cleaning her tears, Marguerite leaned against the wall to stand up, locked eyes with Maurice, and forced herself to pull together, "You say the child I'm carrying is yours, prove it."

"Marguerite, you're smart. You have the evidence of that night in your hands, don't you?"

At Maurice's reminder, Marguerite suddenly remembered the list Miley had just sent her.

She pulled out her phone impatiently, her entire being filled with urgency and anxiety, her trembling fingers almost dropping the device.