Chapter 559


    Marguerite stood there, seething with a fury she couldn’t quite articte. The man in front of her,


    Frederick, wasn’t being outright rude-in fact, he wore a casual smile that only seemed to fan the mes


    of her irritation.


    The fact that he was getting married had nothing to do with her, yet here he was, always finding a way


    to stir her feelings. It was maddening. She had resolved to give up on him time and time again, yet his


    mixed signals kept her clinging to a hope she knew she should abandon.


    Her resolve wavered on his whims.


    Marguerite’s temper red, and the words tumbled out before she could stop them, “If you’re so keen


    on weddings, why don’t we just have the ceremonies together? Won’t that be better?”


    Frederick paused, a sh of something unreadable crossing his face before he let go of Marguerite’s


    ankle and pulled out a wet wipe to clean his hands. His movements were graceful, his expression


    loaded with meaning, “Why not? I have no objections.”


    A tightness gripped Marguerite’s chest as she snatched her leg back, her resentment growing thicker


    by the second.


    Miley, witnessing the tension between Marguerite and Frederick, wondered how they’d managed to


    start another quarrel. Hadn’t she just tried to smooth things over with Frederick?


    Worried, she chimed in, “Mr. Winston, you’re just marrying Yuna because of a childhood betrothal,


    right? And now, it’s not even clear if Yuna truly is the Fitzgerald heiress. Can’t you wait a bit longer?


    The truth is about toe out!”


    Just the night before, Robert had filled her in on the whole thing. In a panic, she had called her parents


    to rush over. Not fully grasping Frederick’s way of handling affairs, she feared his sense of duty might


    corner him into marrying Yuna if Hackett pushed hard enough.


    Miley had dashed to work early that day to y mediator, but instead of resolving issues, things


    seemed to be spiraling out of control.


    Were Frederick and Marguerite simply ying house? Talking of marrying as if it were a game and


    even considering a joint wedding!


    Miley felt like an ant on a hot pan, but Frederick’s emotions remained muted. He didn’t answer Miley’s


    question, his gaze lingered on Marguerite, intense and unsettling. Feeling the weight of his stare,


    Marguerite quickly slipped on her shoes and limped towards the door.


    Miley, taken aback, asked, “Marguerite, where are you going?”


    Without looking back, Marguerite answered, “I contacted the factory yesterday. I’ve got a contract to


    sign today.”


    And with that, she limped out of the office.


    Miley was at a loss. Avoidance was Marguerite’s solution to every problem? Wasn’t this the time to stay


    and clear up any misunderstandings with Frederick?


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    He had just finished tending to her wounds, the concern in his eyes nearly spilling over. Any observant


    person could see his feelings for Marguerite, but her foolish friend was blind to it. And Frederick was


    stoking the fire of misunderstanding!


    Miley was beside herself with frustration when Frederick’s voice broke through her thoughts, “If you’re


    so worried about her injury, why aren’t you following her? What are you waiting for?”


    Miley was speechless. It was clear as day that it was he who was worried. Why did he have to be so


    proud and stubborn?


    With a forced smile, Miley said, “Mr. Winston, perhaps it would be more effective if you were the one to


    go after her!”