<b>This </b>gave Marguente a case of illusion
It was the that typical couple spots at the break of dawn only to reconcile at dusk, no matter how great the conflict, that sanctuary called “home” could always reconnect them
Marguerite felt like the was losing her mind, her volce trembling barely above a whisper. “What did you say?”
Frederick was table, unaware of theplexity of Marguente’s emotions <b>at </b>the moment.
Ha clubbornly took Marguerite’s disbelief as feigned ignorance, staring at her, his cold gaze silent.
Chuck, standing behind, was anxious, wondering why Mr. Winston and Marguente could nevermunicate effectively.
He clenched his fist, humedly stepping in to defuse the situation, “Marguente, Mr. Winston is asking you toe home!”
Ever since Frederick mentioned Marguerite returning home, her gaze remained fixed on his face.
She saw his indifferent demeanor from start to finish, which ironically sobered Marguente up
The mansion was home to Frederick, but not to her
And she knew very well that Frederick had never acknowledged her status, nor considered her as family
I’m not going back.” Her tone returned to its usual coldness.
Just a few days ago, she was driven out of the mansion, and now she was being asked to return
Despite not knowing the reason, Marguerite no longer wished to overthink due to a man’s words, imagining things that could never happen
Such fluctualing emotions scared her, so it was better to keep her distance from him.
Seeing Frederick’s face growing more unpleasant, Chuck helplessly rubbed his temples, bypassing the front desk to pull Marguente aside, whispering in a reproachful manner
“Marguerite. Don’t say anymore! It’s not easy for Mr. Winston to ask you back, don’t just stand there! Don’t piss Mr. Winston off!”
Marguente was pulled away from the front desk by Chuck, but she kept anxiously ncing at theputer screen.
She had just pulled up the customer’s information and hadn’t had a chance to look yet!
Chuck, however, used hisrge body to block Marguerite’s view once again, obstructing her line of sight, “Marguerite! Laverne is seriously ill You must go back and take care of her!”
Marguente’s body stiffened, her pupils dting in shock
She turned her gaze to Frederick, deep concern and disbelief in her eyes<b>, </b>“Grandma is seriously ill?<b>” </b>
Frederick was <b>as </b>always<b>, </b>a man of few words, “Yes”
Her grandma was seriously ill?
How senous?
Could it be that her old illness had rpsed?
The more Marguerite thought about it, the more scared she became. She thought, even Frederick, who hated her, hade to ask her to go back. Could it be that her grandma’s illness had reached a point of no return?
Thinking of this, Marguerite no longer had any reason to refuse.
She walked around the front desk to Frederick, her voice filled with urgency, “I’ll go back with you”
Frederick stood in ce, his gaze fixed on Marguente, his words full of warning, “Marguente, remember, it’s your grandma who asked you toe back, it has nothing to do with me. I have no intention of forgiving you.”
Marguerite was speechless
Right now<i>, </i>all she could think about was her grandma, and she was in no mind to listen to Frederick’s warning.
She showed no respect for Frederick, her face expressionless, her tone as cold as ice, “I’m going back because of my grandma, it has nothing to do with you! And, I don’t need your forgiveness”
Han <b>hour </bter at Sapphire Valley