Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 387

At the same time, in the heart of Emerald Meadows. The minute the car came to a stop in the driveway, Teresa had sprung out, bolting towards the house in eager anticipation.

Marguerite, sitting in the front, had unbuckled her seatbelt and was about to step out when she felt Maurice's hand grip her wrist. "Wait."

Marguerite swiftly pulled her hand back. "What is it?"

The cold indifference in her eyes irritated Maurice. Frustrated, he looked out the car window before asking, "You knew we were going to meet Frederick today, didn't you?"

Why else would she have been so adamant about him not tagging along?

Marguerite looked at him, visibly puzzled, "Are you out of your mind?"

Ignoring her question, Maurice turned to face her. "What about our marriage? Have you decided yet?”

Marguerite froze, taken aback. Without a doubt, she should have flat-out refused. But for some weird reason, she couldn't find the right words to respond.

Because once again, she saw the deep affection in Maurice's eyes.

Could it be? Was he really in love with her? Was he serious? Flashes of the past kept flooding Marguerite's mind.

She remembered the countless nights he had stayed by her side when she was suffering from morning sickness.

When Teresa was born and she was breast-feeding the little one in bed, Maurice was always there, watching from a distance with a calm demeanor, his face expressing pure joy.

Suddenly, her mind was a jumbled mess of woolen threads.