NovelFinishChapter 664 Fred's heart softened at the sight of Marguerite, even though his mind screamed to push her away. His actions, however, defied his rational thoughts.
His strong arms gently wrapped around Marguerite's shoulders and waist, his chin resting on the top of her head, his voice warm and soft.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Did they give you a hard time?" Marguerite shook her head within his embrace, her voice muffled but clear: "No." Her voice was hoarse, and he chose to stay silent, simply holding her close.
A passing officer, not quite catching the identities of the couple by the door, stepped out with a displeased look, ready to shoo them away. However, as he neared and caught sight of Fred's imposing demeanor, the words caught in his throat. Wisely, he quickly made himself scarce.
Marguerite wasn't sure how long they had been in each other's arms before she gently pulled away and softly said, "Let's go." "Alright," Fred replied tenderly, guiding her towards the familiar Maybach parked nearby.
Before the driver could start the engine, Chuck's exhausted voice rushed through: "Marguerite, finally you're out. Mr. Winston and I have been waiting all day! If you hadn't cout soon, Mr. Winston was about ready to flip the police station upside down!" Confused, Marguerite asked, "When did you guys get here?" "Just a couple of minutes after the police took you," Chuck answered.
So, Fred was worried about her? Under normal circumstances, Marguerite would have been over the moon with Chuck's words. But having just learned too many secrets at the police station, she couldn't shake off the overwhelming emotions. Not to mention, the heavy blow from Penelope's death weighed her down.
Thus, she couldn't find it in herself to be happy.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmNoticing Marguerite's lack of emotion and sneaking a glance at Fred, Chuck turned away, sulking in silence. "Hungry? Want something to eat?" Marguerite leaned tiredly against the car window, staring out into the darkness. "Not hungry, can't eat." "We'll talk about it later. We need to go back to the scene of the incident. Robert sent a message saying they haven't found Penelope's body yet." Marguerite nodded obediently, "Okay, I'll go with you." At Fred's command, the driver started the car, and they headed towards the scene of the incident. Marguerite remained listlessly against the window, her eyes empty, her thoughts unknowable.
Fred's gaze lingered on Marguerite's face from tto time. In that moment, he was transported back three years to the day Laverne had En. passed away. Marguerite's reaction today was strikingly similar to that day. Despite the deep loss, she forced herself not to shed a tear.
Three years on, and she was just as stubborn and strong. But Fred knew she was also sensitive and fragile. He understood the depth of her pain better than anyone. He wanted to say something to ease her pain but feared inadvertently touching a raw nerve, risking a repeat of the breakdown she had three years ago.
He found himself treading carefully around her once more, puzzled by his knew he own cautiousness by his couldn't afford to make the smistakes as before, yet he couldn't control the urgency and excitement bubbling inside him.
It seemed, he was on the brink of falling all over again.
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