Bride Behind The Mask Novel by (Frederick and Mr. Winston) - Season 3 Episode 87

There were no words to describe the storm that was raging within Marguerite

Today, she’d been bombarded with secrets upon secrets, leaving her completely unprepared and caught off guard.

Her emotions had already settled into a numb calm after wave after wave of shock, akin to the feeling of throwing

caution to the wind.

All that Maurice had done, wasn’t it just to bring Frederick down? So, whatever he said now, Marguerite did not find

it surprising Even if he suddenly confessed to being the Grim Reaper himself, she had to believe him!

Marguerite let out a laugh, soaked in self mockery and despair, before tears start to trickle down her face, her nose

stinging worse than after a spoonful of horseradish.

Maunce looked down at Marquente’s shaking shoulders, and regardless of whether she could accept it, he continued to speak, “The moment I saw you in the hospital, I was drawn to your beauty. But that was just a fleeting

admiration, nothing to do with affection Yet, when I began to investigate you, I found out your parents were

scheming to get you involved with Hanley. I’ve met Hanley, he’s a fat gambler.

At that moment, I found myself empathizing with you. If you had to give up your virtue that night, why couldn’t it be

with me? At least, after completing your mission, I could offer you stability for the rest of your life Hanley, however,

could offer you nothing”

His voice was soft, his tone gentle, but Marquente could only feel nausea

How could he utter those words. “If you had to give up your virtue, why couldn’t it be with me?”

Despite his good looks, how was he any different from Hanley?

In fact, Maurice was even more of a refined scoundrel and hypocrite than Hanley.

Cleaning her tears, Marguerite leaned against the wall to stand up, locked eyes with Maurice, and forced herself to

pull together, “You say the child I’m carrying is yours, prove it”

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“Marguerite, you’re smart. You have the evidence of that night in your hands, don’t you?”

At Maurice’s reminder, Marguente suddenly remembered the list Miley had just sent her.

She pulled out her phone impatiently, her entire being filled with urgency and anxiety, her trembling fingers almost

dropping the device.

April 27th! The date of that one–night stand was April 27th!

Marguente frantically found the corresponding date, following it to the booking details of room 1205

Guest Maurice!

Suddenly, the surroundings blurred, the name “Maurice” burning into Marguente’s retinas.

She couldn’t believe that the father of her child could be Maurice!

Marguerite, holding up her phone, voice filled with emotion, “Maunce, how did you know I would have this list? You knew I was investigating it, didn’t you? So, you had plenty of time to change the information!”

Maurice had wide–reaching influence, altering the guest records of the Regal Haven Hotel would be a piece of cake

for him.

“You can choose not to believe me. Give birth to the child, we can get a paternity test”

Marguerite clenched her teeth with anger, “You expect me to give birth to this child? Dream on! I will never let you

be the father, I will aborti

Marguerite, saying this, stormed off, opening the door in rage, Maurice’s voice immediately followed, “Marguente,

you have severe pelvic inflammation. If you want to abort my child, you might as well sign your own death warrant

At that moment, the usually composed Maurice finally lost his temper

Marguerite stopped in her tracks, turned around and declared, “Even if I die, I will not bear this child for you!”

Maurice gave a faint smile, “So, you’ve accepted that the child is mine, haven’t you?”

Marguerite’s hands, hanging by her sides, clenched into fists. Her short nails dug into the flesh of her palms, but she

barely felt the pain.

“Laverne is gone, and this child, is now your only