Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 621

Marguerite's mind was a scrambled mess.

Miley had been trying to help her, Marguerite could sense that much.

But tonight, after chugging down a serious amount of beer, Frederick should have been out like a light, snoring away the minute his head hit the pillow. So, where did he get the energy to dredge up a three-year-old feud?

Marguerite didn't ponder it too deeply. She followed Miley out of the restroom, only to find that Robert had already settled the tab.

Frederick was sprawled across the table, looking for all the world like he had passed out.

Marguerite was baffled, eyeing Frederick's broad, impressive silhouette before turning to Robert with a question, "What's up with him? Feeling sick?"

Robert shook his head, "Nope, just wasted."

"Wasted?" Marguerite was both shocked and confused.

When she had left, Frederick was all vim and vigor—how did he get blitzed in less than ten minutes? That was way too quick!

"You can't stop when you're on a roll, the moment you do, that's when the drunkenness hits."

Miley hurried over, pretending to check the time with a look of concern, "What are we gonna do now? We've drank alcohol, definitely can't drive, and there's no way to get a cab at this hour.

Ah, it's all my fault. If I'd known, we would've wrapped up earlier. We were just having too much fun and lost track of time."

Robert helped Frederick to his feet and looked at Marguerite, "Marguerite, can you lend a hand?"

Marguerite rushed over and slung Frederick's other arm over her shoulder.