Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 171

Marguerite's breathing suddenly quickened.

Her heart became even more chaotic.

Marguerite's eyes heated up, and guiltily withdrew her gaze like a child caught in wrongdoing, feeling like she was walking on pins and needles.

She hurriedly took a sip of her drink to calm herself. When she looked up, she saw Miley had put on a mouth-muffle.

What on earth?

"Why are you wearing that?"

Miley dramatically widened her eyes, exaggerating like a melodramatic teenager, "Yuna's cunning, what if she knows I'm your best friend and tries to get to me?"

Marguerite chuckled helplessly, lightly scolding, "You've been watching too many dramas. Let's see how you're going to eat with that mask on!"

Miley rolled her eyes, "We'll cross that bridge when we get there, the food hasn't even arrived yet!"

As she spoke, her gaze kept wandering towards the private booth.

Seeing Miley's behavior, Marguerite felt a creeping sense of unease.

It seemed that Miley was even more curious about what was happening in that booth.

"Wow! So that's what Mr. Winston looks like! He's absolutely handsome!"

"Good grief, he's a real catch! How can there be such a handsome man in this world?"

"Marguerite! Marguerite! Mr. Winston is looking at you! He is looking at you!"

Marguerite stiffened, her body turned rigid.

Truth be told, she wanted to ask Miley what kind of emotion Frederick had when looking at her, was it anger or something else.

But she couldn't bring herself to ask.

She thought, "Why the curiosity? How he looks at me is his business, what does it have to do with me?

Sigh. It was all because of that kiss."

It took a while before Miley finally calmed down, "Alright, he's not looking at you anymore."

Marguerite weakly thanked him, took the tissue and looked up. The handsome face reflected in the mirror made Marguerite freeze.

Frederick!

She turned abruptly, her hands gripping the sink, her body on high alert, "Frederick, this is the ladies' room!"

Frederick's thin lips remained silent, but he kept approaching her.

Marguerite had nowhere to retreat, watching helplessly as the man's handsome face grew larger in her vision, with her heart breaking into pieces.

She felt her emotions were overflowing, knowing that just a month ago, she could still face him without flinching.

But from some point on, she had gradually lost control.

By then, Frederick's knee was against Marguerite's thigh. He bent his body slightly, his hands propped on the sink on both sides of Marguerite, trapping her in that small space.

Frederick was tall, blocking the light in front of Marguerite, but she didn't dare to look at his expression, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Frederick's sensual, cold lips were close to Marguerite's ear, his eyes reflecting in the mirror were particularly fierce, "Marguerite, how many tricks do you have up your sleeve? You knew I was here, didn't you?"