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,

the phone is too small. I can’t see

your horses, Granny. I’ll

opened the settings and patiently adjusted the

not having seen Marguerite

the new phone in Marguerite’s hand and attempted to kick start

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

doctor?” Frederick asked with a

finally looked at Frederick and explained

expression was visibly affectionate as

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

awkwardly and

was clueless about limo brands and didn’t know

the man at the head of the table

McLaren?

remembered correctly, the limo that dropped Marguerite home the other night was a McLaren

guy dropped her off one night

What would he give