Bride Behind The Mask

Chapter 16

The woman had her back to Marguerite, blocking any view of her face. But she was dressed in a revealing halter–neck bodycon dress that made her look anything but classy.

If it wasn’t for Frederick’s arms wrapped around her, Marguerite would’ve thought she was just some floozy Chuck had brought in to amuse Frederick.

And Frederick, of all people, was into this kind of woman. No wonder he hated her guts. She had interrupted his steady relationship, forcing him into marrying her. Who wouldn’t be pissed?

But it was weird. Seeing the two of them all over each other, hatred welled up inside Marguerite. It felt like her heart was being squeezed, leaving her gasping for air.

She was on the fence about walking up and handing in her resume, but Chuck was watching her from the corner. He carefully closed the curtain for Frederick before walking over to her. His face was flushed, clearly embarrassed by the earlier scene.

“Why’d you come up? If Mr. Winston sees you, he’ll be pissed!” Chuck whispered urgently.

Marguerite waved her resume. “Didn’t you tell me to come up once I finished my resume?”

Chuck took the resume from her. “Leave it to me. You can go downstairs, and remember, next time you gotta announce yourself.”

Marguerite’s eyes fell onto the private glass room. After the curtains were drawn, she couldn’t see a thing, but she knew what was going down. She nodded blankl

and turned to leave.

Watching Marguerite’s retreating figure, Chuck couldn’t help but think that if she wasn’t so damn ugly, she might even be a better match for Mr. Winston than, Yuna.

He had no reason for this thought. It was just that the sight of Marguerite arguing with Mr. Winston in his office was one he would never forget. He had never seen a woman dare to make Mr. Winston so mad and embarrassed. © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Although Mr. Winston seemed annoyed, Chuck knew he wasn’t really pissed.

Frederick, annoyed, was a much scarier sight, but he hadn’t blown up at Marguerite. To Chuck, Mr. Winston’s behavior towards Marguerite was an anomaly, one that Frederick himself probably hadn’t noticed.

Meanwhile, Frederick couldn’t smell a thing on Yuna in the room. As Chuck drew the curtains, Yuna thought Frederick was about to shower her with affection, and she pressed herself against him. Anything Marguerite could do, she could do better!

But when Frederick saw her chest, he felt a wave of revulsion. He pushed her away instinctively, he pushed too hard, and she tumbled onto the sofa.

“Freddie, you’re so strong, you hurt me,” she whined, looking up at him with innocent eyes.

He looked at her sharply, holding back his anger. “Yuna, I get what you’re trying to do. But I’m married now. Some things will have to wait until I’m divorced.”

Yuna looked at him seductively, her voice whiny. “Frederick, when are you going to get a divorce?”

The mention of divorce brought Marguerite to Frederick’s mind. He felt irritated again and said curtly, “I’m sorry, I can’t divorce right now.”