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.

who was

she almost stick her head

DNA test, unsure

with Maurice for three years, only to find out that her real father was someone else.

Marguerite’s gentle voice rang out, causing Teresa to crumple

Because Frederick’s attitude was unclear, and if

the very least, she had to wait until her mom and dad’s

quickly took the milk offered

she know, her actions had been noticed by

Teresa’s hand was, he thought it was just her less than satisfactory

howl outside, but he was too engrossed in the scene inside, oblivious to the cold. He watched as Marguerite and Teresa chatted warmly, unable to resist taking out a cigarette and

of the addictive nicotine, but it

up the chat with

began to type in response. Her actions were hurried but smooth,

like the cigarette

[I like it.]