Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 82

Ordinary cars couldn't roll into Sapphire Valley Estates. Marguerite was worried that Steven would smell a rat about her and Frederick, so she had him drop her off nearby.

After getting out of the car, she bid Steven goodbye and saw Frederick standing at the gate, his face was as stern as a judge.

The moonlight spilled over him, but instead of feeling cozy, Marguerite felt a chill.

Who on earth had pissed him off?

Before she could open her mouth, Frederick started to chew her out, "Marguerite, you're getting bolder and bolder. Not only coming home late, but now you're also hanging out with other men?"

Marguerite was confused and irritated by his baseless accusation, "Frederick, can you watch your mouth? It was a chance encounter, and he just gave me a lift home."

"A chance encounter?" Frederick sneered, "You're really crafty. You may look average, but you always manage to find rich guys. I really underestimated you."

Marguerite bit her lip, her face turned pale.

Considering their interactions these past few days, she thought they could get along, and sometimes even found herself leaning on him.

But Frederick still prejudiced against her, saw her as someone who would do anything to climb up the social ladder.

"You can blame me all you want, but I have my dignity. I'm a human being, not some animal you can insult at will."

Despite being agitated, Marguerite managed to keep her cool and said this calmly.

She was furious but didn't want to argue further.

Without waiting for his response, she was about to walk away when he suddenly grabbed her shoulder.

"Marguerite, are you tired of pretending to be all high and mighty? Your friend is long gone. He can't hear your righteous words."

The pain in her shoulder made Marguerite shove him off and finally lost her temper, "Frederick, are you out of your mind? I told you we just ran into each other. There's nothing going on between us, he's just my..."

"Marguerite!" Frederick cut her off, not listening to her explanation.

Marguerite was at a loss, feeling furious but helpless.