Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 772

The sight that greeted her was a face that seemed to have been through too much hardship.

The man's cheeks were covered in scars, as if he had been caught in a fire, surrounded by a patchwork of light brown and dark spots that made for a rather unsettling appearance.

Marguerite's eyes felt as though they'd been scorched by the unexpected view, realizing she had mistaken him for someone else and feeling a surge of guilt for disturbing a stranger with her unchecked emotions.

She immediately handed back the mask she had inadvertently taken, apologizing profusely, "I'm so sorry, truly, I didn't mean to."

The man took the mask, putting it back on with a turn of his head and a frown of displeasure, finally deigning to look at who this impetuous woman was.

But the moment Marguerite's panicked, innocent face came into view, the metaphorical "bomb" in his head went off unexpectedly, causing both pain and a sense of vertigo.

His headache, which had started to subside, flared up again upon seeing her.

He barely had time to speak with Marguerite, leaning heavily on a nearby chair and pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger in pain.

Seeing his distress, Marguerite's previously erratic demeanor instantly vanished, replaced by concern as she asked, "Dad, is your headache starting again? Do you have your painkillers with you?"

His voice was hoarse and strained, "In the car."

"I'll go get them!" she said, turning to run outside, but his pained voice followed, "No need, I can bear it."

He recovered quickly, embracing his daughter before turning his attention back to Marguerite.

Damn it.

The sharp pain re-emerged, bit by bit.

He gritted his teeth, sweat beading on his back, and asked softly, "What did you want?"

Marguerite, taken aback, realized he was referring to the incident with the mask and quickly explained her mistake.

"I'm sorry, your eyes... they reminded me of someone I used to know. I thought you were him."

Marguerite expected him to be angry, but perhaps because of his recent headache, she found his gaze to be filled with a gentle sadness.

"Are you sure now?"

She bit her dry lip and nodded, "Yes, I'm sure. I'm really sorry for the mistake."

The man didn't respond further, simply holding his daughter and nodding to the teacher before heading towards the door.

Marguerite watched him go, but he suddenly stopped and turned to look at her calmly.