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!”

stunned. She jerked her

the phone is too small.

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

the phone, opened the settings and patiently adjusted the font

not having seen Marguerite all

the new phone in Marguerite’s hand and attempted to kick start a conversation, “Did you get this

grunted, “Hell no, it’s not from Marguerite. It’s a gift from that

doctor?” Frederick asked with

Frederick and explained flatly. “It’s Granny’s doctor,

was visibly affectionate

He’s quite a looker and drives a fancy car! The doors open like wings!

lip awkwardly

limo brands and didn’t know how

man at the head

McLaren?

dropped Marguerite home the other night

this guy dropped her off one night and gave her

next? What would he give