Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 464

In a heartbeat, Marguerite's spirits plummeted to rock bottom.

Life is riddled with too many regrets.

The regret that haunted her was not knowing she was loved when it mattered, and by the time she realized, the one who loved her had already departed.

Why do we always miss our chances?

Marguerite couldn't fathom the reason, her helplessness rendering her powerless.

Had Frederick truly lost all affection for her? The more she pondered, the sadder she became, vexed at how brutally frank men could be with their words.

With a sharp snap, she closed the menu and stood up resolutely, "I've lost my appetite. Take me home."

Marguerite headed for the door, but his warning voice exploded like a bombshell, "Stop right there."

Her stride faltered, and she turned with a look of silent reproach.

She saw his hands, with their distinct knuckles, gracefully tracing the contours of the teacup, every movement reeking of elegance.

"If you don’t want to walk home in this weather, sit down. You might not be hungry, but I am."

Though she yearned to storm out with dignity, the ever-thickening snow outside left her no choice but to compromise. She wouldn’t be able to hail a cab in such atrocious weather!

Seething inwardly, she returned to her seat just as he nonchalantly ordered some comfort food.

But even as the dishes arrived, Marguerite had zero desire to engage in conversation.

His eyes twinkled with a perverse satisfaction upon seeing her sad face.

Frederick admitted to himself that there was a twisted pleasure in this moment. He wanted her to experience the pain he once felt, ensuring his feelings for Marguerite remained a pure, undiluted loathing.

Only through this could he maintain his inner peace and justify their entanglement as something detached from love.