Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 432

Everyone was shocked.

In that moment, Frederick was not saying, “I made the late-night snack,” instead he said, “I made the late-night snack for her!”

For her! Who was “her”? Of course, it was Marguerite!

Everyone was shocked, not to mention Marguerite, even Yuna was stunned!

Last night, she did share a room with Frederick.

But their suite was two bedrooms with a living room, so they didn’t sleep in the same bed.

That’s why she didn’t hear Frederick leave the room at all!

Was Freddie really with Marguerite last night?

Had they eaten a late-night snack together? What else had they done?

Yuna’s face turned red with anger and embarrassment. Marguerite, on the other hand, looked incredulous.

What surprised her was not that Frederick had revealed the truth, but when he said “I made the late-night snack for her”, his gaze was clearly directed at Maurice!

Maurice on purpose? But why? Marguerite couldn’t figure it out. Meanwhile, little Teresa struggled to get out of Marguerite’s

Last night we ate instant noodles, and we don’t need oil to cook them! We didn’t do the dishes, so check the sink if you don’t believe me!” Teresa said so, then walked towards the kitchen, pointing hastily at

had upset Mommy last night, the way he stood up to protect Mommy was so cool! So, she wanted to stand up with Daddy to protect Mommy, to make Mommy the happiest woman

to dislike him that much.

ni

pointing direction, fully believing Frederick and Marguerite’s

night? But I clearly heard noises in their

that easy to explain? Obviously, Ms. Yuna was

like that? That’s just asking for

servants started discussing

as if asking why he was helping Marguerite.

that she stamped her foot. She didn’t expect that she not only failed to make Marguerite pay, but also caused herself a lot of trouble! Now, everyone in the mansion knew

did you…”

Frederick shouted angrily, shook off Yuna and

infuriated, glared at Marguerite,

course,

“You bitch!”

going on? Why isn’t anyone cooking at this hour? Are you trying to starve me?” Powell’s voice boomed, pushed by Jocelyn in his wheelchair into the living

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