Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 427

Marguerite found herself flabbergasted after saying those words.

How on earth did she get overwhelmed by Frederick’s son? Strange indeed!

Yet when she saw the little boy’s innocent and radiant smile, her heart filled with genuine joy.

It seemed like his smile could brighten her entire day.

Soon, a pot of steaming instant noodles was ready, wafting with its inviting aroma.

The two little ones eagerly went to help, vying to serve Marguerite first.

Frederick, feeling ignored, was speechless and displeased, his handsome face clouded over.

He had done all the work, yet Marguerite was the one who gained!

What ungrateful little ones!

Hayes managed to serve Marguerite a plate first, and Teresa, missing the chance, felt a bit disappointed.

Frederick next to her cleaned his hands and cleared his throat meaningfully.

Teresa, sharp as a tack, of course understood his hint. She chuckled and said teasingly, “Hayes’ daddy, you’re an adult, do you really need a kid to serve you? Shame, shame!”

once

served herself a plateful,

daddy, maybe you should make yourself another

resist making a snide

Humph!

punishment for him offending mommy and not apologize. Even though he made her a midnight snack, Teresa hadn’t decided whether

helpless expression. If it weren’t for the fact that the

one sure had a temper. Appeasing her wasn’t going to

new pack of instant noodles and

could finally

chastising Teresa, “Eating instant noodles so late is not healthy, you shouldn’t have

and blinked her eyes, trying to deflect

the beans, “Late night

idea to eat instant noodles?”

covered Marguerite’s mouth, and put a finger to her lips, “Shh! Mommy, lower your voice! You’re so loud,

her sentence, she was cut off by the little one, leaving

on the side, couldn’t hide his amusement, but

have a high status in front

happier and started enjoying his instant noodles with increased appetite.

it taste weird? Could it be that he didn’t season it well, causing it to taste off?

simultaneously, catching a whiff of a foul

on the table, and when she got to Frederick’s plate of instant noodles,