Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 817

Marguerite was completely flummoxed, staring wide-eyed at the little girl, Margot, who was winking at her like there was no tomorrow.

This little rascal-was she trying to claim Marguerite as her mom to get her to step in and play house?

Across the table, Charlie was fuming, his face red as a beet. He slammed his fist down on the table, pointing at Marguerite, and yelled, "Marguerite! You've got a daughter and you're out here speed dating? Are you nuts?"

"Nuts? You're the one who's nuts! Your whole family's nuts! You better be careful, my dad might just show up and have you escorted out of here in cuffs! Just so you know, my mom's only here because she had a fight with my dad. Otherwise, someone like you would never get a dinner with her in a million years! You should be grateful for the steak you just ate—it must've cost enough to cover half your paycheck!"

Margot's voice was a near-shout, causing heads to turn at several nearby tables. Even the restaurant security at the door rushed over, baton in hand, making Charlie jump like he'd seen a ghost.

Margot stuck her tongue out at Charlie from behind Marguerite, clearly enjoying her little performance.

Charlie was livid, but the looming security guards made him think twice. He grabbed his ill-fitting suit jacket and stormed out, grumbling under his breath.

Once he was gone, Margot bounced out from behind Marguerite and dramatically placed a hand over her heart, letting out a big sigh of relief.

Marguerite couldn't help but laugh at the little one's theatrics. She crouched down to Margot's level and asked, "Why did you say I'm your mommy?"

bright and unblinking, full of mischief and innocence. Marguerite knew the kid was trying to help her, but the moment she heard "mommy," a wave of nostalgia hit her, making her think of her own

the first to jump to

her closer and asked again, "Can you

"Daddy taught

"Daddy?"

me exactly what to

then waved over

approaching, casually dressed in a white shirt

somewhere. Part of her was glad he was there, but she also felt torn. She didn't want to betray Frederick, nor did

it gonna be? You prefer a mama's boy or a

pulled her hand away. "Can you stop with the

a playful

deserve this persistent man? After the harsh words she'd said yesterday, how was he not

your hunger got to

swayed it. "Ms. Marguerite, I just helped you out. Can't you do my dad a

softened, and she gave in, sitting back down at the table. "Fine, I'll stay for dinner. But what about my