Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 285

Maurice gazed at her, his deep-set eyes seemingly brimming with unsaid secrets.

Marguerite was taken aback, her face a canvas of confusion, thinking that Steven was merely jesting. "Steven, now's not the time for jokes."

Though she had doubted before if Steven was part of Maurice's crew, she refused to believe that Steven was Maurice himself.

After all, Maurice was Frederick's half-brother, both sharing the Powell blood. Hence, there should be some semblance of resemblance between the two.

But Steven, with his effeminate look and tender skin, bore no resemblance to either Frederick or Powell.

Ignoring Marguerite's skepticism, his gaze turned icy, studying her for a few seconds, as if offering her a final moment of reprieve.

After a moment of silence, he spoke again. "Not only that, but I am also the mysterious person you've been in contact with."

Marguerite was in shock.

Had the atmosphere not been so eerie and serious, Marguerite would have laughed out loud.

It was slightly plausible that Maurice was the mysterious person, but to say that Steven was Maurice and the mysterious person, Marguerite couldn't draw an equal sign amongst the three.

Wasn't this too melodramatic?

Even scriptwriters couldn't come up with such a plotline, let alone it happening in real life.

"Steven, you..." Before she could complete her sentence, Maurice interrupted her in a different way.

He stretched out his arm towards Marguerite, his well-defined fingers brushed against her ear. With a swift motion, he tugged at the edge of the mask that was as smooth as skin, and mercilessly ripped it off.

The unexpected move left Marguerite stunned. It took her a while to regain her composure.

Marguerite leaned against the wall to steady herself. "Steven, I never doubted you for a moment!"

But Maurice just laughed, his laughter filled with a charm that could turn the world upside down. But Marguerite couldn't appreciate it. She only felt chills running down her spine!

The man who was a life-saving doctor, the man who had saved her grandmother's life multiple times, was the person Frederick hated the most!

"Marguerite, I must correct you. A month ago, you questioned whether I was Maurice's man. So, you didn't trust me as much as you claimed."

Marguerite clenched her teeth, her throat felt as if it was blocked by a large stone, making it impossible for her to speak.

When the truth came crashing down like a tidal wave, Marguerite felt as if she was carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders, making it hard for her to breathe. Then, countless questions flooded her mind, filling her face with confusion and disbelief.

"Why? Why did you choose me? Why did you make me marry Frederick!"