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

font on the phone is too small. I can’t see

“Hold your horses, Granny. I’ll fix

opened the settings and patiently adjusted

was feeling uneasy not having seen

attempted to kick start a conversation, “Did you get this

not from Marguerite. It’s a gift from that handsome doc at the

Frederick asked with a

at Frederick and explained

visibly affectionate as she heard

drives a fancy car! The doors open like wings! It’s called McLaren, right,

her lip awkwardly and didn’t

limo brands and didn’t know how

she completely missed the fact that the man at the head of the

McLaren?

that dropped Marguerite home

her off one night and gave

What would he give