Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 66

Robert furrowed his brows.

Did he hear that right?

Was Frederick really planning on calling Marguerite again using his phone?

Robert stared at Frederick in surprise, noticing an unusual expression on Frederick’s typically arrogant and indifferent face.

Robert wanted to laugh.

When would Frederick finally get over his habit of saying one thing and doing another?

But since he suggested it, that was a huge step forward. Robert felt his words of advice weren’t wasted after all.

Satisfied, Robert pulled out his phone and said, “Alright, let’s give it a shot with my phone.”

Unfortunately, Marguerite still didn’t pick up.

Staring at his phone, Robert mumbled, “You’ve got to be kidding me. Marguerite is giving me the cold shoulder too? Is she really pissed off?”

Frederick’s expression turned tense and serious.

Feeling a bit awkward, Robert scratched his head, then quickly came up with the suggestion, “Marguerite might still be fuming. But you know how women are, they can always be sweet–talked.”

“You want me to whisper sweet nothings? No way!”

“What good are sweet words? Marguerite is a tough cookie, sweet words won’t cut it. Actions speak louder than words.”

A flicker of light crossed Frederick’s eyes. “What do you mean?”

“What’s the big mystery? Whatever Marguerite lacks, you provide.”

serious face, Robert rubbed his chin, picturing Marguerite’s plain and simple

wife, right? Where’s the look of a rich wife from top to bottom? Those worn–out tracksuits look like rags, not even a simple piece of jewelry.

his mouth shut and didn’t say a word, clearly taking Robert’s words

was going to divorce Marguerite in three months, she was still officially his

woman be dressed in rags? Jewelry

to

was completely unaware that missing a

had a meeting with her grandmother’s doctor and went

walked into the ward, just finished helping her grandmother clean up, when a male doctor walked

you a relative

A pleasant male voice.

turned and found a handsome man standing before

tall, at least 1.9 meters, with

his eyes were clear as a lake, and

captivated, not by

was just surprised. How could a man’s skin

in honey, so delicate it could be easily

stepped forward with a

and

even more charmingly

canvas bag and handed it to Steven. “These are

sure if it was her imagination, but it seemed the doctor

performed a check–up on your grandmother last night

Marguerite was overjoyed. “Really?”

mean she’s fully recovered, she’ll still need ongoing

frowned. “Will she be cured

“No.”

Marguerite sighed deeply.

her plan to leave with her grandmother after divorcing Frederick had to be put

be leaving now.” Steven tucked the medical records under his arm, his hands in his pockets, exuding a