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.

storm brewing inside her. She couldn't hold back anymore and finally summoned her courage.

hands froze for a moment before he lifted his gaze to her, only to look away

"Talk about what?"

She wanted to lash out, but the words caught in her throat. After a long silence,

ever do to

he replied without

at him as

"Nothing? Seriously? Yesterday

You wouldn't let the press conference thing go, you made

guard. He turned off the burner and looked straight

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

Daphne tried to hit her yesterday, Silas had, in fact, swooped in to save

you mocked

Even today, you couldn't help but criticize my photos! Whether my smile looks natural whether I'm

turned to leave-but Silas suddenly

because there's nothing between us that I

you make a habit of giving ordinary people a hard time

I just speak my mind. That's

sounded so detached, but Marguerite caught a flicker of something heavy in his

found herself at a loss

that, sharp-tongued as she was, she always

fanned