Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 633

As Marguerite stepped into the office, she was immediately struck by the sight of Penelope and Frederick deep in conversation.

She raised an eyebrow, recalling Frederick's message about his morning meeting. "That was quick," she thought.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Miley, practically starry-eyed at the sight of her future mother-in-law, scurrying off to the break room to diligently prepare Penelope's favorite English Breakfast tea.

Penelope gestured for Marguerite to come over, her serene face radiating kindness. "Marguerite, dear, come here," she said with a warm smile.

Marguerite approached, trying not to focus on Frederick's mysterious yet handsome grin that seemed to play at the edges of her understanding.

She averted her gaze from his piercing eyes and turned to Penelope, saying softly, "You wanted to speak to me?"

a mix of adoration and regret in her voice: "Marguerite, I'm so sorry about yesterday at the hospital. I hope you weren't too embarrassed. If I made you uncomfortable, I apologize. The thing is, for a moment, I thought you were my daughter. And

cut ties with the Lockwood family, yearning for a mother's love and protection, to

of empathy

emotion, Marguerite replied with feigned strength, "Penelope, everything happens for a reason. If I can't be your daughter, then I'm proud to be

lit up with joy, continuously patting Marguerite's hand. "Goddaughter it is! But I must ask, why haven't I ever seen you wear the silk scarf gave you? Your style is so much like mine. I

had dreamt of dressing her daughter up like a little princess and hitting the streets in chic mother-daughter outfits. But missing out on

pressed together. She wasn't Penelope's biological daughter, and going out in matching outfits might stir up trouble with Yuna

didn't want to shatter Penelope's lovely aspirations, so she simply smiled without

important matter: "Frederick, I must clarify something to avoid any misunderstanding. The betrothal we once spoke of was brought up again because we mistakenly believed Marguerite was our daughter.