Chapter 510

Marguerite stared blankly at Frederick’s retreating figure, her lips unable to form a complete sentence no matter how hard she tried.

Her chest began to heave uncontrollably as waves of emotion crashed over her.

Head bowed, she couldn’t stop the tears that streamed down her cheeks.

Her sobs were restrained, but they still reached Frederick’s ears.

Perhaps, Marguerite truly loved him, but what did it matter?

In his world, it seemed that aside from hatred, he was utterly incapable of love. He couldn’t love any woman, including Marguerite.

By all means of propriety, he should be comforting her now, rubbing her back or offering a shoulder, followed by some noble platitudes about remaining friends if not lovers. Yet, his hands remained clenched into fists at his sides.

He wouldn’t even afford her that final courtesy. He feared misunderstanding, feared a point of no return.

If the past couldn’t be reclaimed, then it was time to choose an end at this juncture.

It wasn’t long before the sound of a hospital bed’s gears broke the silence.

Frederick turned at the noise and saw Chuck leading Manley in, with two bodyguards following, pushing the hospital bed Manley had previously occupied.

The little guy looked up and saw Hayes lying unconscious on the bed, immediately stumbling over in his oversized hospital gown, leaning over Hayes’ bedside.

Marguerite quickly wiped away her tears, noticing Manley’s gaze on Hayes-lost and worried.

He pondered, “What’s wrong with Little Mute? Was he asleep or in a coma? He seemed so serious.copy right hot novel pub