Bride Behind The Mask

Chapter 107

Frederick’s frown deepened.

Every time he thought of Yuna, the image of her sharp tongue popped into his mind, sparking a sense of disgust that he couldn’t shake off.

But she was the woman who had saved his life once.

He had promised to marry her before. It was a responsibility he couldn’t just get rid of.

Irritated, he took a deep puff of his cigarette and said, “I need some more time to think. Leave me alone for now.”

Hearing this, Chuck didn’t dare push it any further and left the room with a sense of disappointment.

Six o’clock in the evening, dining room.

A lavish and delicious dinner was prepared by the chef. There were grilled meats, lobsters, and even cheese pizzas.

But Marguerite felt sick at the sight of all the food, especially the greasy grilled meat; it made her want to throw up just looking at it.

Her face was pale, which caught Frederick’s attention. He quietly asked, “What’s wrong? Can’t eat?”

Marguerite felt terrible all over. She cradled her heavy head and gently shook it. Her weak voice could break your heart. “I don’t know why: I just feel really sick.”

Seeing this, Sadie stepped forward to feel Marguerite’s forehead and said worriedly. “Ms. Lockwood is a bit feverish; she might have caught a cold from the fall into the water earlier.”

At that moment, Laverne stuffed a piece of grilled meat into her mouth, causing her lips to turn greasy. Marguerite felt her stomach churn at the sight.

“I’m sorry, I’m feeling too sick. I need to lie down.”

After saying this, Marguerite, clutching her chest, headed upstairs.

Frederick’s gaze followed Marguerite. His eyes were filled with worry, and his expression turned unnatural.

“Sadie, bring her some cold medicine.”

“Yes, Mr. Winston.”

Sadie went to the infirmary.

But after Marguerite left, Frederick seemed distracted; he glanced upstairs from time to time.

He absentmindedly sipped his hot soup and finally put down his utensils to leave.

Laverne glanced at him. “Hold on, sit down. I have something to ask you.”

Frederick didn’t expect Laverne to stop him at this moment. He halted and looked at Laverne, who had a stern look on her face and looked back at him with a serious gaze.

He paused, then sat back down, facing Laverne. “Go ahead.”

Laverne took another bite of her grilled meat and asked, “You live in such a big house; you even have bodyguards. Tell me, what can you do to protect me and my granddaughter?”

“I won’t let any harm come to my woman.”

Laverne snorted at his reply.

“I haven’t seen it. Marguerite, that silly girl, is covered in scars. She must have suffered a lot. If you can’t even protect your own woman, how are you going to protect Yuna?”

Frederick’s face stiffened slightly, and his eyes darkened.

The scars on Marguerite’s body were remnants of when she was held captive by the Lockwood family. Although the wounds had healed, they left scars.

Frederick had seen some of them today when she was wet from swimming in the pool.

His gaze tightened at the sight as a pang of pain echoed in his heart.

But Marguerite was incredibly strong. She never cried out when she was hurt, and she never cared about the scars left on her.

Yuna, on the other hand, would cry and scream at the slightest injury, as if she wanted everyone to pay attention to her.

Frederick remained silent while maintaining steady eye contact with her, so Laverne asked again. “How did you meet Yuna? Yuna said you’ve been looking for her for many years, but I raised her with my own hands. How come I’ve never seen you?”

Frederick looked at Laverne, who was drinking a bowl of hot soup. He smiled lightly. “You probably don’t remember. I happened to meet Yuna at Marina Shores Village years ago. She gave me a piece of bread, and you gave me a bowl of hot soup.”

Laverne suddenly stopped drinking her soup. Her head shot up, and her eyes widened, staring at the man in front of her in shock.

Her reaction was too strong, making Frederick feel like something was off.

His lips trembled slightly, so he asked in disbelief.