Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 513

Maurice doted on Teresa like she was his little princess. Looking down into her big, doe eyes, he asked with a wry smile, “Sweetie, if I put you down, will you come home with me?”

Teresa pouted adorably, her eyes twinkling like grapes in a vineyard, and nodded her head with an irresistible cuteness. “Of course! Daddy, if you put me down, I’ll go home with you.”

Maurice was a goner when it came to Teresa’s charms. As he reluctantly set her down, he never expected the little rascal to make a break for it, darting into the wall of bodyguards and sticking her tongue out at him.

“Daddy, if you want to take Mommy away, then go ahead, but I’m not moving! Bye-bye, Daddy!”

She waved at him mockingly, then turned tail and disappeared faster than a rabbit down its hole.

That little trickster!

Maurice had planned to use Teresa as leverage to bring Marguerite back home, but the tables had turned. Teresa had played him like a fiddle, and he’d fallen for it.

he glared at the human barricade set up by Frederick. He knew

don’t want to repeat myself,” he said with

of command that seemed to weigh

stood her

Teresa here at the hospital all

in warning. “No man can tolerate the humiliation of being cuckolded. My patience has

a cucumber, her gaze meeting his steadily. “You’re overthinking it. Even if I wanted to make you a laughing stock, it would have to be consensual between

that last remark. She wasn’t worried Frederick would harm Teresa;

of loss. Nothing hurt more than facing the raw wounds over and over

her were nothing but hatred, a constant reminder that she didn’t even have the luxury

over between Frederick and me.”

love had worn

further entanglement would only fuel

his love in the past was now matched by the depth of