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.”

Marguerite’s plain and simple image in his

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

tightened a bit. He kept his mouth shut and

Marguerite in three months, she was still officially

Frederick’s woman be dressed

silence, he seemed to know

was completely unaware that missing a few calls had caused such a

grandmother’s doctor and went straight to Stonebridge Memorial

ward, just finished helping her grandmother clean up, when a

a

A pleasant male voice.

a

1.9 meters, with

his eyes were clear as a lake, and his lips were

not by his

How could a man’s skin

seemed to glow, as if soaked in honey, so delicate it could be

doctor stepped forward with a faint

reality and said, “Yes. Are you

charmingly than a woman: “It’s

a thick folder from her canvas bag and handed it to Steven. “These are my grandmother’s previous medical records. I’m

sure if it was her imagination, but it seemed the doctor intentionally took a long time to accept the records,

performed a check–up on your

Marguerite was overjoyed. “Really?”

doesn’t mean she’s fully recovered, she’ll still

she be

“No.”

Marguerite sighed deeply.

to leave with her grandmother after divorcing Frederick had to be

tucked the medical records under his arm, his hands in his