Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 818

Marguerite affectionately ruffled Margot's hair as the waiter swiftly cleared away the previous dishes, politely asking Marguerite if she'd like to order anything else.

Margot beamed, her little face lighting up. "Pretty lady, I want chicken wings! Chicken wings, chicken wings!" she chirped, pointing mischievously at Marguerite. "She's paying!"

The waiter and Marguerite chuckled, but Silas gently tapped Margot on the nose, reminding her, "Margot, it's not polite to let a lady pay."

The little one blinked her big eyes innocently. "But this is Ms. Marguerite's restaurant, Daddy! She won't let you pay!"

Her eyes crinkled into a smile as she quickly turned her face back to Marguerite. "Ms. Marguerite, our names both have 'Marg' in them. Isn't that funny?"

Marguerite looked at the little girl's chubby, cherubic face, feeling her heart melt.

With a playful tweak of her chin, Marguerite laughed, "Yes, what a coincidence. Who named you?"

"No one, I named myself!" Margot declared with the candidness only kids possess, making Marguerite laugh again.

Who ever heard of a child naming themselves at birth? But then again, whose child was she?

now, barely seventeen three years ago. It

never mentioned Margot's mother, leaving Marguerite a

front of the eager little girl, complete with a variety

her face into

gently patted her head. "You really like honey barbecue wings,

"Yes, yes, I love them! Do you

softly but

always a plate of wings at every meal, and she never seemed to tire of them, enjoying every bite with a contentment that was

like Margot

a little as she glanced

mask, but not the typical medical kind. It was more like the stylish ones celebrities often wore, perfectly fitting

looked quite handsome. His eyes, though, were what drew Marguerite in-they were filled with stories, deep and mysterious, reminiscent of a brooding prince straight out of a fairytale. Perhaps realizing his gaze was too intense, Silas looked away, explaining plainly, "Margot can be a bit chatty and forward. Don't

could she hold

gently distant. "I don't mind. She's adorable." Hearing the praise, Margot

was too distant with her dad! She

she decided it