Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 470

Yuna eventually didn’t leave the Winston Mansion.

Marguerite had long suspected that one major reason she couldn’t hold a candle to Yuna

in Frederick’s eyes was Yuna’s knack for using the children to keep him tethered.

No matter how little Frederick loved her, he was undeniably the father of Hayes and Manley,

But she, Marguerite, seemed to have left him nothing to remember her by.

Marguerite brooded over this, Frederick’s words echoing in her mind, “I certainly don’t love her, but just as much, I could never love you,” haunting her and refusing to fade.

The first morning after the drama, Marguerite noticed a significantly reduced number for breakfast.

Only Jocelyn was bustling about with the servants, while Teresa and Hayes sat on stools, their fingers feverishly dancing over their phones as they played a shooting game.

“You’re up? Come have breakfast,” Jocelyn called out when she saw Marguerite.

but ask, Jocelyn, why’s it just us?

sitting beside Marguerite, instructed a servant to

soup.

as for Maurice, if you don’t know where he’s

concerned about Maurice’s whereabouts in

previous night’s uproar had taken its toll, for Marguerite felt exhausted despite a night’s sleep. She sipped her soup in silence, not uttering a

patted the table gently, her voice as tender as always, “Kiddos, phones down. If you don’t

chimed in unison, “Got

and Teresa before turning to Marguerite with a

were low, but she nodded without denying it, “Yeah, we were at a diner.”

look right through her, sipping her soy milk thoughtfully before asking, “Did you enjoy

with a hint of defiance, “Not really.”

“Why not?”

gaze, filled with dejection, “Because he told me last night that he just doesn’t

aback, “You asked him?”

a soft sigh reached her