Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 547

Chapter 547 

Marguerite was groggy for a moment before the scene before her eyes started to come into focus. 

She saw the worried face of Frederick looming over her, anxiety etched into his features. In that instant, a cloud of darkness seemed to engulf her entirely. 

Her head was splitting, and she clutched at her temples while moaning, “I… I forgot it…” 

Her emotions had been a tangled mess, and the moment she hopped into the car and revved up the engine, the thought of fastening her seatbelt hadn’t even crossed her mind. 

Plus, the car was an old beater and hadn’t been serviced in ages. When her car collided with the other, not even the airbags deployed. 

“How could you forget something that important? If I had arrived a second later, you would’ve died, you get that?” Frederick’s voice was stern. 

Marguerite felt wronged as she was scolded, but the throbbing pain in her head left her no room to argue back. 

Chuck made a lap around Marguerite’s wrecked vehicle and then promptly reported to Frederick, “Mr. Winston, seems like the brake pads on Marguerite’s car are broke.” 

How could brake pads just randomly break? 

Frederick’s gaze lowered to the disheveled woman in his arms and asked, “Have you had any beef with anyone lately?” 

Marguerite lifted her eyelids to meet his gaze, “Yes.” 

“Who?” 

“You and Yuna.” 

Frederick was momentarily speechless, “I’m not joking around here!” 

Marguerite puffed her cheeks, “Neither am I… My only enemies are you two, so if it wasn’t you, it had to be her…” 

Chuck, standing off to the side, couldn’t fathom how these two could bicker in the midst of such a crisis. He quickly interjected, “Mr. Winston, I’ve already called the DMV. They’ll be here shortly to tow the car for a thorough inspection. Right now, we should rush Marguerite to the nearest hospital to get checked out.” 

Marguerite, still not fully lucid, hadn’t paid attention to the exchange between the men. 

In the next moment, Frederick was whisking her away, hailing a cab with ease. 

He held her close in his arms, and Marguerite, weak and powerless, leaned into his firm 

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chest. 

His familiar scent enveloped her, his Adam’s apple gently brushing against the tip of her nose as he spoke, causing an itch to spread throughout her body. 

She must have really rattled her brain because, in her delirious state, she cooed with a soft charm, “You smell really good.” 

Frederick stiffened, taking a moment before he could think of how to respond. 

Marguerite snuggled closer unconsciously, tilting her face up, her cool lips brushing unintentionally against his neck. 

Frederick clenched his teeth, fighting off the sudden urge that shot through his body, and managed a half-smile, “Marguerite, I’ll make sure we get the best neurologist to check out your head.” 

Marguerite whined in his embrace, “No matter how messed up my brain is, I won’t forget how deeply I love you…” 

Frederick was taken aback once more. 

Why did it feel like this woman wasn’t in a car accident but rather drunk? 

“Marguerite,” he called her name gently. 

“Hmm?” Her eyes fluttered open, full of confusion. 

“Do you even realize what you’re saying?” 

Marguerite mumbled, “Did I…say something just now?” 

Frederick sighed, a hint of amusement curling his lips despite his silence. 

He reached out to pat her head, soothing her in a tone one would use with a child, “Rest