Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 552

The next morning, Marguerite woke up to the sun high in the sky.

As soon as she opened her eyes, her mind involuntarily revisited the bombshell Maurice had dropped on her – Yuna and Frederick were getting hitched. The idea soured her stomach, and the last thing she wanted was to face the lovebirds first thing in the day.

After a quick wash-up, she planned to dodge Yuna and Frederick and head straight to the office. That’s when Teresa burst into her room, latching onto her arm with a whine.

“Mommy, you’re up just in time! Sadie made a super-delish breakfast!”

Seeing her daughter, Marguerite’s troubles seemed to melt away. She stroked the little one’s head, indulgently explaining, “Mommy’s got to run to the office, sweetie. No time for breakfast.”

But Teresa was having none of it, shaking her head with a pout. “No way! Hayes’ daddy is finally home for breakfast, and both he and I want you to join us!”

As Teresa dragged Hayes into the plea, Marguerite found herself at a loss. Somehow, Hayes had crept into her heart, almost on par with Teresa. She couldn’t pinpoint why, but the sight of Hayes’ puppy-dog eyes always tugged at her heartstrings.

However, the thought of breakfast with Frederick and Yuna at the same table didn’t exactly boost her appetite.

I’m going to be late for

Hayes’ daddy hasn’t left yet. How could you be late? He’s isn’t he?”

your

stumped. “How did you know that?”

in conspiratorially, her finger to her lips, whispering to Marguerite, “Don’t worry, Mommy, I’ll keep your secret. I won’t tell Daddy Maurice! So now,

Marguerite was speechless.

mastered the art of negotiation, not to mention

him. Maurice was more cunning and subtle, whereas Teresa was straightforward, wearing her emotions on

in thought, Marguerite was already being ushered into the dining room by

crowd was incomplete, with none of the elders present.

Frederick’s involvement with Poppy Petal Fragrances,

with Thunderbolt

hadn’t seen her for

Marguerite at the end, forming an awkward triangle with them.

and general air of exhaustion. He sipped his black coffee with