Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 163

In the meantime.

Having retrieved her ID from Hawk, Marguerite quickly returned to the reception desk, determined to locate the guest information for room 1205.

Upon her employment, she had been given her own username and password for the front desk system. Thus, she had no difficulty accessing the guests' registry.

The Regal Haven Hotel had nearly a thousand rooms, and the number of guests who stayed there within a month was immense. As Marguerite scanned the list of names on the screen, she felt overwhelmed.

Searching through this extensive list would take forever!

No way!

She needed to narrow it down, to sort by specific dates.

But, she couldn't for the life of her, recall the exact date of the fling.

She was stumped, her brows furrowed in deep concentration, her face etched with seriousness.

What else happened after the one-night stand? The casino, the mask, the mysterious person proposing a collaboration...

The mysterious person? Collaboration?

Right!

The day after the one-night stand, the mysterious person had sent her a text message about a potential treatment for her grandmother!

The text message had a date!

With a sudden realization, Marguerite felt a surge of relief. She immediately pulled out her phone, scrolled through her messages, searching for that particular one.

Reaching the end of her inbox, Marguerite finally found the familiar text. The date displayed was April 28th.

So, the night of the one-night stand was April 27th!

As she moved closer to the truth, Marguerite felt a strange sense of anxiety. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath held.

She put her phone down and began to narrow down the guest information to April 27th. As she was about to hit enter, her view was blocked by a looming shadow.

She knew, a guest had arrived.

After all those days of separation, he didn't believe for a second that she was not flustered!

"Sir? How may I assist you today? We have limited availability at the moment, with most of our guests yet to check out. We only have a few rooms left on the fifteenth and twentieth floors. If you have no specific requirements, I can arrange for you to stay in the Presidential Suite on the twentieth floor. It is well-lit, and the view is..."

"Marguerite."

Frederick finally spoke.

Marguerite abruptly stopped talking, her face fell.

She had been trying her best to distance herself from him, to pretend she didn't recognize him. But why wouldn't he let her? Why did he have to call her by her name?

Wasn't it better to pretend they were strangers?

Her nose tingled, and her eyes welled up.

Marguerite looked down, afraid to meet his gaze, worried that she might break down.

Then, his cold and husky voice echoed in Marguerite's ears, "Pack your things. You're coming home with me."