Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 373

Frederick didn’t expect that Teresa was actually upset.

Her childish, petulant anger, however, did not anger him. On the contrary, he found it somewhat endearing.

But why was this little girl so insistent on him being her step-dad? That was something he couldn’t quite wrap his head around.

With a shake of his head, Frederick’s attention was diverted to Marguerite, who was emerging from the villa, scooping Teresa up in her arms as she returned home.

Teresa, with one arm wrapped around Marguerite’s neck and the other scratching her head, seemed to be pondering something.

The sight of them together, though, was heartwarming.

Unable to resist, Frederick got off the car, instinctively walking towards the villa, wanting to catch another glimpse of this sweet mother-daughter duo through the large windows.

In the living room.

some milk for Teresa, who was sitting cross-legged on

engrossed was she, that she almost stick her head in

unsure whether to ask her mom about it.

had lived with Maurice for three years, only to find

Teresa to crumple up the DNA

her mom about this yet! Because Frederick’s attitude was unclear, and if she told her mom, what would

to

took the milk offered by

her actions had been noticed by Frederick

the crumpled thing in Teresa’s hand was, he thought it was just her

he was too engrossed in the scene inside, oblivious to the cold. He watched as Marguerite and Teresa

smoke was inhaled into his lungs, absent of the addictive nicotine, but

phone, opened up the chat with

to type in response. Her actions were hurried

like the cigarette

[I like it.]