Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 433

Marguerite shivered involuntarily.

Maurice's voice was calm, a gentle smile playing on his lips, but it sent a chill down her spine.

Her weakness, it seemed, was well and truly in Maurice's grasp.

Even if she wanted to resist, she was powerless to do so.

Nobody knew better than Maurice how important their lost son was to her.

That's why he could threaten her so blatantly.

After speaking, he straightened up, his smile as warm as a spring breeze. His cold fingertips gently traced the curve of her earlobe, he nodded in satisfaction and spoke again, "Stay at home and wait for news from our son, okay?"

Maurice gently patted Marguerite's shoulder, a loving gesture before preparing to leave.

As he turned to go, he unexpectedly locked eyes with Frederick.

Frederick returned to the living room, seemingly about to leave the house. Maurice once again placed his arm around Marguerite's shoulder and nodded at Frederick as a form of greeting.

Marguerite also saw him. She noticed that Frederick always looked exceptionally dashing. He had changed into a navy-blue suit with a camel overcoat, looking as handsome as a lead actor from a Hollywood movie.

Subconsciously, Marguerite did not want Frederick to see her this close with Maurice, so she pushed Maurice away. But by the time she had done so, Frederick had already turned around and left the manor, his steps quick and determined.

He had seemed indifferent, his gaze as he looked at her as casual as if he were looking at any other couple.

Oh! She almost forgot that Frederick no longer loved her, so why was she hoping to see jealousy in his eyes? This realization hurt Marguerite deeply.

After Maurice left, Marguerite saw the three little ones eating breakfast in the dining room.

Teresa and Hayes were laughing and chatting, while Manley was still sucking on a lollipop, looking rather clueless.

Marguerite wanted to go upstairs to find Jocelyn, but she unexpectedly bumped into Lisette.

Lisette descended from the spiral staircase, still dressed in her pearls and finery, looking regal.

Seeing Marguerite, she lifted her chin in a commanding manner, "Marguerite, get ready. I am going to the church to pray for Powell, you're coming with me."