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.

her. She couldn't hold back anymore

moment before he lifted his gaze to her, only

"Talk about what?"

Marguerite's frustration quickly turned to hurt. She wanted to lash out, but the

ever do

replied

him as

"Nothing?

not give me a hard time? You wouldn't let the press conference thing

voice rose, catching Silas off guard. He turned off

I say anything that wasn't true? And don't forget, when

to hit her yesterday, Silas had, in fact, swooped in to save the

mocked

Whether my smile looks natural whether I'm stiff in front of the camera-what does that have

to leave-but Silas

that I treat

you make a habit of giving ordinary people a hard time for no

for anyone. I just speak my mind. That's why

detached, but Marguerite caught a

again, she found herself at a loss for

that, sharp-tongued as she was, she always seemed to lose

fanned herself