Chapter 418


    A half-hourter, at Emerald Meadows.


    As soon as Maurice walked into the room, he saw Marguerite bustling about in the kitchen.


    She was wearing a beige silk gown, the material draped perfectly over her figure, and the length of the


    gown entuating her curvaceous form.


    Maurice’s eyes narrowed as he moved in to wrap his arms around Marguerite’s slender waist from


    behind, “Are you bored? You rarelye into the kitchen.”


    His cool hand traced over the fabric of her dress, causing Marguerite to break out in goosebumps. She


    pushed him away in a panic, her face alert,


    “Back off!”


    Maurice remained calm, advancing once more but avoiding any physical contact.


    “We’ll hear from our son soon,” he said.


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    Marguerite was initially taken aback, then disbelief set in, “Really? You’re not fooling me?”


    Her excitement overwhelmed her, and amidst the chaos, she identally knocked over the trash bin by


    her feet.


    This is wonderful! Absolutely wonderful! Perseverance pays off!


    Once her son was found, she vowed to stick by his side, never letting him out of her sight.


    Seeing her joy, a smile spread across Maurice’s face, “But if our sones back, he wouldn’t want his


    parents to be apart. He’d want aplete family. Marguerite, you know what I mean.”


    Marguerite paused, sensing that Maurice was once again bringing up marriage.


    Her joy turned to indignation, her chest heaving with a sense of sorrow, “Maurice! He is your son too,


    how could you use him as a bargaining chip, threatening me into marrying you?”


    Maurice shrugged nonchntly, undeterred, “I’m thinking the best for our son.”


    “You were so confident in getting me to marry you, so why are you saying all this now?”


    Maurice corrected her, “There’s a difference between voluntary and forced.”


    Voluntary and forced? Well, that’s a grand way to put it.


    Marguerite’s anger red, her eyes zing as she met his gaze, unafraid to expose his true intentions.


    “You’re just ying a game with me! You not only want to outdo Frederick, you also want to win me


    over, to prove yourself superior to Frederick, to show that with just a snap of your fingers, I’d fall into


    your arms! You’re wrong, Maurice, you’ve been a loser from the start, you lost to Frederick and you lost


    to me! Because from start to finish, Frederick is the only one in my heart, and I will never willingly marry


    you!”


    Marguerite’s words stung, infuriated Maurice. He had been patient and tolerant towards Marguerite for


    the past three years, no matter how she acted out, he was always in control, never engaging in a full-


    blown argument.


    But to say that he lost to Frederick? How could Maurice stand for that?


    His gaze was furious as he red at her, his long arm wrapping around her neck, pinning her against


    the wall.


    “Marguerite, have I been too nice to you? I warn you, don’t push your luck! You know there’s nothing I


    wouldn’t do! Including sleeping with you!”


    With that, Maurice’s hand moved to lift Marguerite’s skirt.


    Marguerite was terrified, her palms sweaty, she kicked out at him, but he remained immovable,


    trapping her in his embrace.


    “Let go of me, Maurice! Do you want to bet that if you touch me today, I’ll be dead in your bed tonight!”


    Maurice’s eyes were bloodshot as he red at Marguerite. “I’d rather you die in my bed, I’d think less


    of you if you didn’t!”


    In the midst of their argument, the servant Nadine rushed in, her face pale with fear, “Sir, there’s a call


    from the Winston Mansion. They said the master has broken his leg and it’s caused a series of


    complications. You should call back right away!”