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Chapter 127
Chapter 127
Chapter 127
Chapter 127
Marguerite posed a question, her eyes suddenly becoming complex, “Do you see me as a lover or a wife?”
Truth be told, it was a question that she’d been itching to ask.
How exactly did this man view her?
Did he see her as his lawful wife? Well, Frederick never seemed to acknowledge that.
And treating her as a lover didn’t seem right either, because lovers at least had love, something Marguerite didn’t feel.
She had been living with Frederick for a full month. They’d cuddled in bed, and they’d kissed.
Except for the most intimate interaction, they’d done pretty much everything else.
Marguerite wasn’t sure why she was so hung up on labels, but she knew she was always harbouring a glimmer of hope.
If only Frederick would say, “You mean nothing to me.” she could stop blaming herself for being pregnant.
But the man turned his head, his mouth quirking slightly, and asked, “Are you scared?”
Marguerite was perplexed, “Scared of what?”
“If I were to publicly acknowledge you today, could you bear the responsibility that comes with it?”
Looking up at him, Marguerite saw a hint of desperate courage in his slightly excited eyes.
“You bringing me here today already let many people know about me. Besides dealing with baseless rumors, what else do I need to take on?”
“Marguerite, when I say ‘acknowledge‘, I mean letting everyone know. Therefore, you’ll have to bear much more than just rumors. So listen carefully, are you scared or not?”
“Not scared,” Marguerite affirmed.
The word ‘scared‘ simply didn’t exist in her life.
“That’s good,” the man said, clasping her hand tightly again and leading her into the hall.
Marguerite followed him, a bit bewildered.
She was just curious about how Frederick would introduce her to the elders, but he was talking about going public with their relationship.
She didn’t want to be like Yuna, trying to prove their relationship to everyone.
For her, whether they go public or not wasn’t that important.
Besides, she had nothing to lose. If she tangoed with the rich, she might not be the biggest loser.
What to be scared of? Yuna should be the scared one.
Because the thing Yuna dreamed of, Marguerite was getting it without lifting a finger.
Yuna must be fuming, right?
At this moment, guests were pouring into the lavish hall.
Everyone was exchanging pleasantries and chatting amicably.
Especially when they saw Frederick leading Marguerite in, it caused quite a stir.
Marguerite looked around bored, her gaze landing on an elderly man leaning on a dragon–headed cane on the second–floor balcony of the grand staircase. His hair was white but his spirit was vigorous.
His demeanor bore some resemblance to Frederick’s.
While Mr. Powell didn’t appear angry, he exuded an air of authority that sent a chill down Marguerite’s spine.
Because she could clearly feel Mr. Powell’s intense gaze falling directly on her.
His eyes were deep and complex, making Marguerite feel puzzled.
“Does he know me? He even seemed to have a sense of rejection.”
Marguerite’s hand trembled slightly, she lightly pinched Frederick’s thumb, gesturing towards the stairs, “Is that your father?”
Frederick glanced up, and the old man’s gaze shifted slightly but still held strength.
For a moment, it seemed like sparks flew between the father and son’s line of sight.
Frederick’s large hand suddenly landed on Marguerite’s back, “Wait for me somewhere, don’t wander off.”