Chapter 557
Marguerite’s body tensed, a flicker of shock passing through her wide, watery eyes. But it was quickly
reced by a sharp stab of pain.
Frederick had set up a date to marry Yuna? He was actually doing it?
And to add salt to the wound, he nned to tie the knot on the same day as her?
Marguerite wasn’t sure if she should believe Maurice, but one thing was certain: his timing in delivering
this news was a calcted move to even the score between them.
She held her ground, turning to face him, her crimson lips curling into a mocking smile.
“Well, isn’t that just peachy? A double celebration.”
Maurice’s face fell, a gloom enveloping him as he fought to mask his emotions.
Marguerite, on the other hand, spun on her heel and hobbled into a taxi, heading straight for Poppy
Petal Fragrances.
Leaning back in the seat, she gazed out the window, lost in thought.
When she had jumped out of Maurice’s car earlier, she’d twisted her ankle. The piercing pain was a
mere distractionpared to the heartache of her beloved marrying another
woman.
This was a pain Marguerite had over and over again.
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had the
Ten minutester, she limped into the director’s office at Poppy Petal Fragrances.
Miley was there, perched on Marguerite’s desk, apparently in the middle of a conversation with
Frederick. Her expressions were as animated as ever, while Frederick raised an eyebrow, seemingly
skeptical of whatever tale Miley was spinning.
Upon seeing Marguerite, Miley’s face contorted into an exaggerated concern. “Marguerite! What
happened to you? Why are you limping?”
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Before Marguerite could respond, Miley was at her side, fussing over her like a mother
hen.
Marguerite felt a twinge of annoyance mixed with embarrassment.
“You’re being dramatic,” Marguerite muttered.
Miley leaned in close, whispering conspiratorially, “Because you will never say it yourself! I have to be
dramatic or Frederick won’t even notice your injury.”
Despite herself, Marguerite had to admit that Miley knew her well.
Miley swiftly guided Marguerite to her chair and unexpectedly knelt to remove her snow boots, her
hands fluttering with concern.
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“Mr. Winston! Marguerite’s ankle is swollen!”
Swollen? Marguerite nced down and indeed saw a bulge around her right ankle.
“I didn’t even notice,” she said calmly.
Frederick’s gaze followed, and with a hint of urgency, he asked, “What happened?”
His tone was a mix of concern and usation, but it made Marguerite bristle defensively.
“I fell.”
“Weren’t you with Maurice? How did you manage to fall?”
“Is it not possible for me to fall while I’m with him?”
Marguerite’s retort left Frederick momentarily speechless, and Miley was beside herself.
Did these two have any sense of priorities? Now was not the time to argue about such trivialities.
Miley sighed, shaking her head as she stood. “I’ll go get the medic. Mr. Winston, please make sure
Marguerite stays put and doesn’t walk around.”
Miley was back in less than five minutes with a bag full of medical supplies and a sheepish smile. “The
medic wasn’t in, so I grabbed some ointment and a few ice packs. I doubt Marguerite can apply it
herself in this state, right?”
Marguerite was baffled. Her foot was injured, not her hands. She was perfectly capable of taking care
of herself. What was Miley ying at?
Frederick tilted his head, his gaze unwavering, watching the scene unfold in silence.
Soon, Miley stuffed all the medical supplies into Frederick’s arms, holding up her beautifully manicured
hands in a self-exnatory gesture.
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“Mr. Winston, look at these nails. I can’t possibly assist Marguerite. I might scratch her and cause more
harm than good. Maybe she’ll even end up in the hospital! How about you lend her a hand?”