Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 117

Upon hearing the news, Marguerite immediately grabbed the two photos and started inspecting them closely.

Possibly due to the surveillance camera being too far from the scene, the images weren’t clear, with some parts even blurred out.

But Marguerite quickly recognized the location – both pictures were taken at Cedarbrook Street, amidst dilapidated ruins and a few standing buildings.

Among them, the casino run by the Lockwood family was particularly noticeable.

In the first photo, a man stood at the entrance of the casino with his back to the camera, chatting with Yuna and Zoe.

In the other photo, the man was gone, leaving only Ablett and Zoe hailing a taxi on Cedarbrook Street, with Zoe seemingly holding some object.

Marguerite squinted her eyes at the photo, feeling that what Zoe held was her human–skin mask.

Yes!

That’s it!

It was indeed her mask!

However, Marguerite couldn’t link the scenarios in the two pictures together, and had to look at Miley for help.

Miley glanced at Marguerite, then explained, “Both photos were taken on the same day, with no more than ten minutes between them. This means that after the man in the photo went to the casino, Zoe and Ablett left with the skin mask, presumably to find you. So, I suspect that the reason they had you wear the mask is related to this man.”

Upon hearing this, Marguerite immediately picked up the first photo again for a closer look.

She strained her eyes, but other than the back of the man’s head, she couldn’t make out anything else.

Plus, the surveillance footage was in black and white, so she couldn’t discern the man’s outfit.

However, something about the man felt oddly familiar.

“You think you can recognize him just from the back of his head?”

Miley found Marguerite’s seriousness somewhat amusing.

“I’ve asked a friend abroad to help enhance the photo. Once the image is clearer, we can narrow down the search.”

Marguerite grumbled unhappily, “Even after we narrow it down, we’ll only have the back of a head.”

“We’ll have his clothes, height, and body shape, right?”

Miley explained impatiently, taking a big gulp of water, “You have no idea how much effort I put into this. I had to scour the surveillance footage from across the street from your casino to find these images.”

Marguerite squeezed Miley’s hand gratefully, “When I get my paycheck, I’ll treat you to a drink.”

Miley rolled her eyes as if she’d heard the funniest joke, “Don’t kid yourself! You may have married a good man, but you’re still poorer than me! If I have to wait for you to treat me to a drink, I’ll be waiting till my next life!”

Miley’s blunt words warmed Marguerite’s heart. Her previous tension and irritation were somewhat alleviated by Miley’s presence.

Marguerite didn’t stay long and left, returning to the manor just in time for mealtime.

The usual lavish food was waiting for her, but the greasiness of the food made her want to throw up.

She had no appetite, but thinking of the baby needing nutrition, she forced herself to eat a lot, stuffing her mouth with food.

This spectacle left Laverne dumbfounded, “What’s wrong with you? Haven’t you eaten all day?”

Marguerite shook her head, “No, Granny, I’m just hungry.”

“Eat slower! Oh my goodness!”

Laverne was genuinely concerned that Marguerite might choke herself.

Marguerite finished a plate of pasta and then stuffed a piece of grilled meat into her mouth.

She chewed on the meat, completely oblivious to the sauce smeared around her mouth.

Frederick frowned slightly at her behavior, unconsciously pulling out a silk handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the sauce off her lips. “Slow down, no one’s going to snatch your food.”

The man gently chided, but Marguerite suddenly froze.

She turned to him, staring blankly, an inexplicable emotion welling up in her heart.

Frederick had been much kinder to her recently. If this had happened a few days ago, Marguerite might have been a little delighted.

But now, the nicer he was to her, the more she wanted to keep her distance. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

This rejection wasn’t because of him, but because of herself.

She was carrying another man’s child, and Frederick, as her current husband, made her feel like betraying him.

The feeling was unbearable, suffocating.

She quickly turned her head, avoiding his gaze.

Frederick’s expression turned serious, “What’s wrong?”

She wasn’t angry!

She was carrying someone else’s baby, so she had no right to be angry at him!

Pregnant women’s emotions are always complex. Marguerite felt horrible and inexplicably wanted to cry.

Cosing her silent Frederick gently lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze, “Talk to me.”

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Marguerite’s eyes widened, and tears trickled down her cheeks, her stomach churning.

“Ugh-”

She retched uncontrollably, quickly pushing Frederick away and rushing into the bathroom.