Bride Behind The Mask

Chapter 100

Laverne took Yuna’s hand and strolled out. She then stopped and said to Chuck with a casual tone, “Hey, Chuck, come with us!”

Chuck couldn’t just leave Laverne in Yuna’s hands. He had a hunch that Yuna might be playing nice with Laverne, so he accepted it and tagged along.

Soon the villa fell into an eerie silence.

Marguerite stood alone in the middle of the living room. The opulence of the massive house made her figure look even more lonesome.

Neither Frederick nor her grandma glanced at her when they left. She felt like a small fry that everyone overlooked.

At that moment, Sadie descended from upstairs with a neatly folded bathrobe and towel. She related Marguerite’s bad mood to her quarrel with Mr. Winston the night before.

She stopped beside Marguerite and asked tentatively. “Miss Lockwood, Mr. Winston is at the estate’s pool. Maybe you should go see him?”

Marguerite snapped back to reality. She bypassed Sadie and headed for the stairs, “No need.”

“Miss Lockwood!” Sadie called out to Marguerite in a sincere tone, “Have you ever wondered why Mr. Winston is upset?”

Marguerite stopped, turned around, and gave her a wry smile, “Does that need a reason?”

Sadie sighed and shoved the bathrobe into Marguerite’s arms.

“Miss Lockwood, you’ve been living with Mr. Winston for almost a month. Haven’t you noticed he might… kinda into you?”

Marguerite’s pupils dilated in surprise, then she immediately dismissed it, “Impossible! He thinks I have ulterior motives and only feels disgust towards me.”

“Miss Lockwood, I admit Mr. Winston hated you in the beginning. But people change. Can’t you see how drastically his attitude has changed? Can’t you tell he’s jealous?”

Jealous? Jealous of Steven?

Marguerite clutched the bathrobe and shook her head violently. “That’s just his possessiveness.”

“If he didn’t care at all, why would he be so possessive?” Sadie frowned, “Miss Lockwood, as an outsider, I can see things clearly.

Let’s say Mr. Winston really does hate you. The truth is you won’t be able to divorce until two months later. You don’t want to live a crappy life for those two months, do you?

So Miss Lockwood, swallowing your pride sometimes doesn’t mean you lose your dignity. It’s just to make your upcoming days a bit easier. Sweet–talk him, act a bit coquettish, if Mr. Winston is happy, you’ll have an easier time too.”

Marguerite had nothing to say; she could only choose to compromise.

It was not Marguerite’s place to probe into Frederick’s true thoughts about her.

But Sadie was right, she still had two months before she could divorce Frederick. Since they had to live together, she needed to take a step back.

After musing for a second, Marguerite can only agree, “Lead the way to the pool. I’ll go see him.”

Hearing this, Sadie immediately brightened up and hurried to escort Marguerite to the pool.

The pool was located at the top level of the gym, an open–air facility.

By the time they arrived, Frederick had already swum quite a few laps and was taking a break in the middle of the pool.

He was only wearing swimming trunks so his entire body was exposed under the sun.

Droplets of water flickered on Frederick’s muscles under the sunlight, catching Marguerite’s eyes.

He really had a great body. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Broad shoulders, a firm chest, and eight–pack abs like a fitness trainer, were all exuding a strong masculine power.

Seeing this, Marguerite couldn’t help but blush. Her breathing also got labored.

Not daring to look any longer, she quickly averted her gaze.

Sadie, however, sneakily nudged Marguerite and handed her a bottle of sports drink from the table, whispering,

“Miss Lockwood, Mr. Winston needs to replenish his energy. Call him out of the water.”

Marguerite was so nervous that her legs were filled with lead. She couldn’t move.

Seeing this, Sadie simply called out loudly, “Mr. Winston, Miss Lockwood is here to see you!”

Frederick slowly opened his eyes in the pool and landed his gaze softly on Marguerite.

Sadie was busy poking Marguerite’s waist and whispering, “Miss Lockwood, Mr. Winston is looking at you. You should at least say something!”

The blush on Marguerite’s face deepened and reached her ears. She bit her lip. Her shy but gentle expression was deeply captured in Frederick’s sight. Finally, Marguerite, like a child who made a mistake, took a deep breath and raised her shy eyes. She bit her lips and stuttered.

“Um… do you want to come up and take a break?”