Bride Behind The Mask

Chapter 19

The guy was full of intimidation. Although Marguerite was a bit rattled, she quickly clarified, “It was Mr. Fitzgerald who brought me here.”

Frederick’s face changed slightly, his eyes sparking like a torch. This Robert was a real pain in the ass. He shot Marguerite a glare before ringing up Robert, his irate voice loaded with gunpowder, “I need an explanation!”

Robert chuckled on the other end of the line, responding with a jest, “You got it all wrong! Marguerite is your wife, yet you let me handle her. I thought to myself, that I can’t stash someone else’s wife at my place, can I?”

“Take her back wherever you picked her up from. You’ve got ten minutes. Don’t make me lose it.”

Frederick was like a cheetah, inducing fear. But being Frederick’s doctor, Robert knew how to get his mind. He was always within Frederick’s comfort zone. “Frederick, do I need to spell it out? How Marguerite became your wife, how you can smell her perfume, aren’t you curious? There must be some hidden truths around here. The closer you keep her, the closer you are to the truth.”

Robert’s words woke Frederick up like a splash of cold water.

Yesterday, he could have let Marguerite go since her background was clean as a whistle. But today’s perfume incident revealed that she wasn’t as simple as her profile suggested.

What puzzled him the most wasn’t why he could smell Marguerite’s perfume, but why her perfume smelled exactly like the one Yuna had on that night. If it wasn’t for the clear CCTV footage showing Yuna was the woman with him, he would have suspected Marguerite!

Until he figured out the source of that scent, he couldn’t let Marguerite go.

Frederick snapped back to reality, massaging his forehead with his long fingers, “I got it.”

After a short conversation with Robert, Frederick turned back to Marguerite, his icy face seemed indifferent, “I can let you stay, but there are a few rules.”

Marguerite was caught off guard, looking up at Frederick with a puzzled expression. Did he just change his mind? What did Robert tell him? But she had no other place to go, it didn’t matter where she stayed.

“Please say it.”

“First, you can’t enter my room. Second, don’t let anyone at the company know we’re living in the same house. And third, the most important one, you can’t claim to be my wife.”

“Mr. Winston, did you get it twisted? Wife? Aren’t we just boss and employee?”

Marguerite was quick on her feet, knowing Frederick doubted her identity, she clarified her position.

His wife? No way. She never acknowledged that title.

Frederick was taken aback by her reaction. Her effort to push him away didn’t seem like she was up to something. He gave her a glance, then turned to Chuck, “Take her in.”

“Yes, Mr. Winston.”

Marguerite followed Chuck inside, but Frederick stayed out. He stood at the doorway, smoking, as if he was deep in thought. Marguerite seemed genuine, there wasn’t a hint of deception. She truly wasn’t interested in being Frederick’s wife.

If it wasn’t for her sick grandma, with Marguerite’s personality, she would never associate with a man like Frederick. She was just taking shelter here, and she would try her best to avoid Frederick during

her stay!

Marguerite had a nice plan, but reality didn’t play along. As soon as she entered the guest room, an unknown call came in. The number was hidden, it was so careful it reminded her of the mystery person. And it turned out she was right.

“Marguerite, you should have gotten close to Frederick by now. Good, I didn’t misjudge you.”

The mystery person’s voice was metallic, making it hard to tell its gender. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Marguerite quickly looked around, feeling watched. “Who are you?” she whispered, “How did I become his wife? Why was I at his house yesterday? I demand an explanation!”

The mystery person laughed, his or her voice, modified by the voice changer, was grating, “That’s not what you should be worrying about. Now, you have a new mission to accomplish.”

Marguerite was instantly filled with rage, “Don’t push me too far! Our deal was for me to marry him, then you would treat my grandma. What else do you want me to do?”

“Marguerite, you don’t have the right to negotiate.” The mystery person’s voice turned icy cold, with a tone dead serious, “Don’t forget, your grandma is in my hands. One word from me, and her treatment could stop at any time.”

Marguerite shuddered, feeling a chill. Her grandma was her weakness, and she was powerless against it. She had no choice but to compromise, asking helplessly, “So, what’s the next mission?”

“Make Frederick recognize you as his wife and fall in love with you within three months.”