Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 896

Memories from the past tugged at Marguerite's heart, dissolving the irritation she'd felt earlier in the day. Almost without realizing it, she wandered over to where the others were gathered.

Hayes was crouched on the ground, picking something up. The moment he spotted Marguerite, his eyes lit up and he gave her a beaming smile.

"Mom, you're here!"

Marguerite's gaze drifted to the kitchen counter, where a small saucepan was bubbling away. The savory aroma of instant noodles and eggs filled the air, making her mouth water.

"Where did you get a stove?"

She was pretty sure Silas hadn't brought one with him.

"Ms. Marguerite, the stove was our prize for winning a game this afternoon!" Hayes announced proudly.

"You three won it?"

Hayes shot Marguerite a disgruntled look, his voice full of mock complaint. "That's because you took a nap all afternoon, Mom. I had to team up with Uncle Silas for the games."

Then, turning to Margot, he added, "There are dandelions over there. Want to go pick some?"

Margot instantly understood Hayes's real intention. They were trying to give their dad and mom some time alone-classic kid teamwork.

With a grin, she agreed, grabbed Hayes's hand, and the pair dashed off, giggling.

Silas, meanwhile, kept his head down, focused on cooking. He didn't so much as glance in Marguerite's direction.

couldn't hold

before he lifted his gaze to her, only to look

"Talk about what?"

indifference stung, and Marguerite's frustration quickly turned to hurt. She wanted to lash out, but

I ever do to

replied without

at him

nonsense. "Nothing? Seriously?

did you not give me a hard time? You wouldn't let the press

off guard. He turned off the burner and looked straight at

anything that wasn't true? And don't forget, when Maurice's wife tried to slap you, I was

fell silent. Fine, she had to admit-when Daphne tried to hit her yesterday,

you mocked me

but criticize my photos! Whether my smile looks natural whether I'm stiff in front of the

leave-but Silas suddenly grabbed

between us that I treat you the same as

make a habit of giving ordinary people a hard time for

not about making things hard for anyone. I just speak my mind.

Marguerite caught a flicker of something

again, she found herself at a loss

she was, she always seemed to lose her

fanned herself