Bride Behind The Mask

Chapter 102

When the man heard this, he couldn’t help but laugh. “Marguerite, just to clarity, I didn’t ask you to help me ashore.”

Marguerite avoided eye contact and sat far away after getting up from the ground.

She touched her mask subconsciously, ensuring it was still perfectly plastered on her face, then let out a sigh of relief.

Frederick popped open an energy drink and guzzled it down; his bobbing Adam’s apple was exuding a unique masculine vibe.

Marguerite accidentally saw this and turned her face away in shyness.

Frederick’s gaze followed her all the time.

Seeing her sitting alone in the corner was like seeing a flower rise unsullied from the mud. She was to be looked at and never played with.

For this moment, his anger seemed to dissipate.

He walked over curiously and started a conversation. “Who sent you here?”

Seriously? Couldn’t this guy dress properly?

His muscles were swaying in front of her, impossible to ignore.

Marguerite’s eyes were fixed somewhere, “I came because I wanted to.”

“You’re afraid to look at me, aren’t you?”

Marguerite gritted her teeth, and her frustrated look was quite adorable, “Go put on some clothes.”

“Feeling shy?”

“No.”

The man chuckled triumphantly, then sat next to Marguerite.

Marguerite plucked up the courage to shift away, but Frederick, as though decided to annoy her, shifted closer.

His thigh was pressing against Marguerite’s skin. Marguerite felt a tingle up her scalp. She jerked her head. “Can you please stop…”

She stopped mid–sentence.

Because she realized that the man was so close. Marguerite was so nervous that she held her breath, her eyes fixed on the man in front of her.

His gaze first lingered on her face, then slowly moved down towards her lips.

The air heated up.

What the hell?

Why was he looking at her so passionately?!

Marguerite felt the tension in the air, so she turned her face away and tried to find a topic to ease the awkwardness,

“Um, I wanted to explain something. There’s really nothing between Steven and me, I was also surprised when he gave my grandma a phone.

I went to a restaurant with a friend and bumped into him. Plus, I wanted to ask about my grandma’s condition, so I agreed to let him drive me home.

Aside from that, we don’t really talk much. If you don’t believe me, you can check my phone.”

“Oh.” The man replied indifferently, his voice devoid of emotion.

Marguerite was puzzled.

What did “Oh” mean?

“There’s no need to explain your business to me, I don’t care.” He answered.

Just now, he had convinced himself when he was padding around endlessly.

He and Marguerite were contractually married; forgetting about Marguerite’s intentions, he just paid too much attention to her.

This was very abnormal.

He absolutely couldn’t waste any more energy on this woman.

Absolutely not!

He couldn’t understand why that Steven, just a poor doctor, was showing off with his McLaren.

Weren’t his cars more expensive than that?

Did this woman not understand the situation at all?

Maybe his low–key style had made this woman think he was not as good as she imagined?

Marguerite shifted a little and turned to look at him, “If you really don’t care, then you can’t interfere with my normal social activities in the future.”

Frederick was stunned. He immediately put away all his self–soothing arguments and asked coldly, “Do you want to get out of someone else’s limo, and let everyone in the manor know that I’ve been betrayed?”

“I’m talking about my normal social activities!”

Could this man stop misunderstanding her?

Talking with him was so exhausting!

Marguerite paused and added. “You can’t have double standards. You ask me not to betray you, but you’re all over Yuna. How do you explain that?”

The man’s face regained some color but he didn’t dare to meet Marguerite’s gaze, “Jealous?”

Marguerite felt guilty. She immediately refuted, “Why would I be jealous? You’re just being selfish.”

The man chuckled, “You’re just jealous.”

Marguerite immediately retorted. Without noticing it, she carried a hint of urgency in her words, “So, by your reasoning, you were also jealous when I got out of Steven’s car?”

Their eyes met abruptly, then quickly averted.

Marguerite suddenly regretted saying all these.

Why would she care so much about whether he was jealous or not? She’s so ungrateful.

It was as if she had feelings for him, and hoped to hear the same from him.

So was Frederick really jealous as Sadie said?

Marguerite’s gaze fell on him, and he was also staring at her.

In that moment, they seemed to have a silent agreement. It left them both somewhat stunned. They quickly averted their faces, not daring to look at each other again. But the corners of their mouths curved in a natural and happy smile.