Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 97

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the evening sky was painted with a palette of red hues.

Marguerite just back to the mansion in time for dinner. Frederick was seated at the head of the table and Laverne was engrossed in her new phone.

Marguerite’s gaze happened to meet his. Some unspeakable traits on his face made him so dignified.

Feeling uneasy about their spat the previous night, Marguerite was not in the mood for chit–chat.

She quietly headed for the dining room and sat next to Laverne, whispering, “Granny, it’s dinner time. Phone can wait.”

With that, she served Laverne some chicken soup.

Laverne was squinting at and wrestling with her phone screen.

Suddenly, she slammed her phone on the table, crossed her arms and looked visibly pissed off, seemingly at herself.

“Damn it!”

She jerked her head,

phone is

“Hold your horses, Granny. I’ll fix it

the settings and patiently adjusted the font size for

uneasy not having seen Marguerite all

new phone in Marguerite’s hand and attempted to

could answer, Laverne grunted, “Hell no, it’s not from Marguerite. It’s

doctor?” Frederick asked

at Frederick and explained

expression was visibly affectionate as she heard Steven’s

and drives a fancy car! The doors open like wings! It’s

awkwardly and

brands and didn’t know how to respond to

the man at the head of the table was

McLaren?

the limo that dropped Marguerite home the other night was a

this guy dropped her off one night

next? What would