Bride Behind The Mask

Chapter 6

“I’m, well, your wife now.” The woman’s eyes were pure, sincere, and showed a steadfast calm and tolerance.

Frederick stared at the woman, trying to break down her defenses with his strong aura. However, his efforts were in vain.

He was meeting this woman for the first time, so why couldn’t he get mad at her?

So, he could only treat her coldly, making his expression look even more fierce, “You’re not my wife.”

Marguerite didn’t argue, instead, she spread out the marriage documents in her hand, “Our names and identities are written here. You’re Frederick, right?”

At those words, Sadie, Chuck, and all the servants in the room held their breaths.

This woman, she really didn’t know her place.

She dared to call Frederick by his name?

Everyone took a step back, waiting for Frederick’s’explosion.

However, contrary to everyone’s expectations, the anticipated storm didn’t arrive.

What on earth was going on?

Facing the powerful Frederick, Marguerite showed no fear.

She calmly explained, “I really don’t know how I ended up marrying you. I passed out at the hospital while taking care of a relative. When I woke up, I was here. As for this document, I’m just as clueless.”

Marguerite wasn’t lying.

Since the moment she got into the car, she was unconscious. When she woke up, she was already in the guest room, with this document next to

her.

She was utterly puzzled because she had no memory of ever going to the registrar’s office.

And the photo on the marriage certificate wasn’t actually her. It was her with a mask on.

This was just too strange, wasn’t it?

“Don’t play dumb, I’m not buying it.” Frederick’s voice was still filled with dissatisfaction.

Marguerite’s–eyes weren’t deliberately wide open, but her eyes were large, so it looked like she had an innocent expression, “I’m not playing dumb, this is really what happened.”

Frederick was rendered speechless.

He was a man of action, but at this moment, he felt helpless.

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“No.”

Seeing that this woman was even more tight–lipped than he was, and didn’t argue, his hostility towards her gradually faded.

He took the marriage certificate from her hand, looked it over carefully, and then looked up at her, “You’re Marguerite?”

“Yes.”

“Get up and come with me.”

Marguerite was taken aback, “Where to?”

Frederick glanced at his wristwatch, and said flatly, “We’re getting divorced.”

Divorce? They were getting divorced already?

She hadn’t even figured out what was going on yet!

And the mysterious person who had called her hadn’t shown up yet.

If they got divorced this quickly, would that mysterious person still come to save her grandmother?

Marguerite sat on the bed motionless, Frederick’s gaze conveying a hint of impatience, “Get up, don’t make me repeat myself.”

Marguerite quickly thought about how to temporarily appease this man.

She’s not unwilling to get divorced, it’s just that the mysterious person hadn’t messaged her yet, so she couldn’t make a hasty decision.

Not long after, Chuck suddenly remembered something, smacked his forehead, “Mr. Winston, you can’t divorce Ms. Lockwood right now.”

Frederick’s brow furrowed, his gaze sharp as a knife, as if he wanted to cut a piece of flesh from him, “Are you asking for trouble?”

Chuck quickly waved his hands, hastily explaining, “Mr. Winston, please calm down. A month ago, Stonebridge City issued a new marriage law, now there’s a three–month cooling–off period for divorces. So you and Ms. Lockwood, I’m afraid you’ll have to wait until three months later to get divorced.”