Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 842

As it was already late, Marguerite decided not to drive Hayes back to the villa. Instead, she let him stay over at her apartment for the night.

She texted Stella, letting her know that she had already spoken with Silas and that Stella would need to provide therapy for him for the foreseeable future.

After hanging up, she noticed Hayes was already fast asleep on the bed, snuggled under the covers, his peaceful face a picture of innocence. Her heart was a tangled mess, despite the calm scene before her.

The day's events had been a whirlwind beyond her wildest imagination.

She had witnessed, with her own eyes, the man she once idolized as a hero firing a gun at Teresa.

And Maurice, in his relentless pursuit to expand the wafer technology, had dragged Silas into his schemes, tempting him into a life of crime.

Marguerite wasn't sure if Silas would agree, but she felt powerless to stop anything. She had promised Margot she wouldn't contact him anymore and couldn't bring herself to accept his affections. His decisions, now, seemed distant and unrelated to her own life.

Her mind was in turmoil, the future a shadowy abyss she couldn't fathom.

She didn't sleep a wink.

The next morning, Marguerite was up early to prepare breakfast before driving Hayes to school.

As she headed back to the office, she couldn't shake the feeling that a black car was tailing her. Slowing down, she glanced in the rearview mirror and saw Janie in the driver's seat.

Marguerite sighed in frustration.

Maurice wasn't even trying to be discreet anymore. How long did he plan to continue this cat-and-mouse game?

The black car was still behind her when she left work and drove back to her apartment. Marguerite decided to ignore it, brushing it off as best she could.

Upon arriving home, a petite woman in an apron emerged from the kitchen, hurriedly placing a pair of slippers at Marguerite's feet.

"Ms. Lockwood, I'm the new housekeeper and assistant. I'll be taking care of your needs from now on. You can call me Jenny."

Marguerite was taken aback, suspicion and wariness flashing in her eyes. "How did you get in here?"

Jenny stammered, unable to give a straight answer, when a cold voice cut through the air from the living room.

"I let her in. Is there a problem with that?"

Maurice appeared, strolling casually from the living room to the hallway, and Marguerite's scalp prickled with tension.