Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 164

Home?

What the man said was "home," not "mansion."

This gave Marguerite a sense of illusion.

It was like that typical couple spats at the break of dawn only to reconcile at dusk, no matter how great the conflict, that sanctuary called "home" could always reconnect them.

Marguerite felt like she was losing her mind, her voice trembling, barely above a whisper, "What did you say?"

Frederick was irritable, unaware of the complexity of Marguerite's emotions at the moment.

He stubbornly took Marguerite's disbelief as feigned ignorance, staring at her, his cold gaze silent.

Chuck, standing behind, was anxious, wondering why Mr. Winston and Marguerite could never communicate effectively.

He clenched his fist, hurriedly stepping in to defuse the situation, "Marguerite, Mr. Winston is asking you to come home!"

Ever since Frederick mentioned Marguerite returning home, her gaze remained fixed on his face.

She saw his indifferent demeanor from start to finish, which ironically sobered Marguerite up.

The mansion was home to Frederick, but not to her.

And she knew very well that Frederick had never acknowledged her status, nor considered her as family.

"I'm not going back." Her tone returned to its usual coldness.

Just a few days ago, she was driven out of the mansion, and now she was being asked to return.

Despite not knowing the reason, Marguerite no longer wished to overthink due to a man's words, imagining things that could never happen.

Such fluctuating emotions scared her, so it was better to keep her distance from him.

Could it be that her old illness had relapsed?

The more Marguerite thought about it, the more scared she became. She thought, even Frederick, who hated her, had come to ask her to go back. Could it be that her grandma's illness had reached a point of no return?

Thinking of this, Marguerite no longer had any reason to refuse.

She walked around the front desk to Frederick, her voice filled with urgency, "I'll go back with you."

Frederick stood in place, his gaze fixed on Marguerite, his words full of warning, "Marguerite, remember, it's your grandma who asked you to come back, it has nothing to do with me. I have no intention of forgiving you."

Marguerite was speechless.

Right now, all she could think about was her grandma, and she was in no mind to listen to Frederick's warning.

She showed no respect for Frederick, her face expressionless, her tone as cold as ice, "I'm going back because of my grandma, it has nothing to do with you! And, I don't need your forgiveness."