Bride Behind The Mask

Chapter 42

The storm raged on all night, and even as the dawn broke and the sky started to lighten up, the rain showed no sign of stopping.

Frederick was jolted awake by the thunder, only to find Marguerite still nestled in his arms, sleeping soundly.

Marguerite’s brow was relaxed. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

A wave of tenderness washed over Frederick.

Marguerite might not be a beauty, but her eyes held a gentle yet unwavering strength, matching her resilient character.

Her strong sense of self-worth radiated from her very bones. She didn’t seem like someone who could harbor any ill will.

At that moment, his heart was pounding chaotically like a glass window battered by the relentless rain.

Suddenly, there was a soft knock on the door, followed by Sadie’s voice. “Mr. Winston, are you awake? I have something important to report.”

Frederick glanced at the woman in his arms, who was still deep in slumber.

Not wanting to disturb her, he carefully withdrew his arm from around her neck. He got out of bed, put on a black robe, and left the room.

“What’s up?” he asked, standing at the doorway. His tall figure was imposing.

Sadie quickly reported, “Mr. Winston, Ms. Yuna is here.”

Yuna was here?

Frederick’s eyes narrowed, his expression as predatory as a cheetah’s. “Fine, have her come in and apologize to Marguerite.”

Sadie looked uneasy. “Mr. Winston, Ms. Yuna is standing outside. She said she won’t come in unless you forgive her. She’s been standing there for a while. I saw her when I woke up. With the heavy rain, you might want to go check on her yourself.”

Yuna’s actions irked him. She was blatantly using her femininity to manipulate him. So dramatic!

Did she really think he’d feel sorry for her? Ridiculous!

Frederick wanted to ignore her, but he hadn’t yet avenged Marguerite. Plus, he was curious about why the Lockwood family had hurt Marguerite.

Since Yuna was here, he was curious to see how she would explain herself.

Bypassing Sadie, Frederick headed to the living room. He grabbed a large black umbrella and went outside.

The woman in the rain was a pitiful sight. Despite her small transparent umbrella, her white dress was completely soaked.

Fredrick didn’t feel sorry for her, instead, he said sternly, “You need to apologize to Marguerite.”

Yuna’s lower lip was turning blue from the bite. Seeing the handsome man before her, she was more aggrieved than ever. “Freddie, I can explain. It’s not what you think!”

Frederick’s face darkened. “So, do you admit that you did it?”

“Freddie, I had reasons for doing it!”

Yuna dropped her umbrella and knelt on the ground. She hugged Frederick’s legs tightly and sobbed uncontrollably, “Listen to me! Will you listen to me?”

The more she begged him, the angrier Frederick became.

Every time he thought of the bullying Marguerite endured, he wanted to give the perpetrators a taste of their own medicine, paying them back double.

But he was adamant about never hitting a woman, so he had to swallow his anger.

“You don’t need to beg me, and you don’t need my forgiveness. Marguerite is the victim. You should apologize to her.”

His gaze fixed on the view in the distance, sharp as a hawk’s.

Yuna’s tears fell unchecked, her body shaking with emotion as she shook her head vehemently. “No! Frederick, I won’t apologize to Marguerite! Not even if I die!”

“Do you refuse to do that? What gives you the right to refuse? Yuna, you almost killed her!”

Frederick could barely control his fury. He growled at her, his eyes bloodshot and turning red.

Yuna clung tightly to Frederick’s leg, her tear-streaked face looking up at him pleadingly.

“Frederick, Marguerite is my sister! My sister stole my husband. Why should I apologize to her?”

Frederick froze.

What did she say?

Did she say that Marguerite was her sister?