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.

human barricade set up by Frederick. He knew breaking through

want to repeat myself,” he said with a

seemed to weigh down the atmosphere.

stood her ground,

Teresa here at the hospital

can tolerate the humiliation of being cuckolded.

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

last remark. She wasn’t worried Frederick would harm Teresa; she just wanted an excuse to stay

a pang of loss. Nothing hurt

were nothing but hatred, a constant reminder that she didn’t even have the luxury of self-deception.

between

had worn away, she

only

past was now matched by the depth of his hatred.