Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 426

Marguerite stood frozen in place, her eyes wide in shock.

Frederick, however, turned his head, not at all surprised by Marguerite's arrival.

His gaze made Marguerite uncomfortable, she forced a smile, she wished she could ask what was causing the noise in the next room.

But when she opened her mouth, what came out was, "What are you doing here?"

Teresa immediately stood up, stepping on her tiptoes to pull Marguerite into the kitchen.

"Mommy, Hayes’ Daddy is here to make us a midnight snack! He made instant noodles and it smells so good!"

Marguerite looked baffled and confused, "Since someone is already making food, why did you call me?"

Oh, isn't it obvious? They were trying to play matchmaker for her and Hayes’ daddy!

How could mommy not see their well-meaning intentions?

Teresa playfully rolled her eyes and feigned innocence, "Because... Because I'm afraid that Hayes’ Daddy will bully me..."

Frederick paused, his eyes half-smiling as he looked at Teresa, "Do you still want to eat?"

Teresa pretended to be terrified, her eyebrows furrowed in distress, she immediately turned to Marguerite to tattle, "Mommy, look, he's starting to threaten me..."

Frederick looked at the little girl, feeling speechless.

At this moment, Frederick wished he could discipline this little girl, although he probably wouldn’t bare to punish her.

Marguerite, on the other hand, seemed indifferent, she lightly pushed Teresa away, her face expressing displeasure, "Looks like you're quite happy being bullied by him. Now, you have two choices, stay here and continue to be 'bullied', or come upstairs with me right now."

Frederick was completely baffled.

Marguerite, on the other hand, had a more complicated mix of feelings. It was hard to describe her feelings for Hayes, after all, she had only met the little boy three times. But strangely, every time they met, Marguerite felt an immense sympathy for him.

It was as if there was an invisible thread connecting her and Hayes.

Each time, she felt helpless yet willing to do anything for him.

Hayes no longer blocked Marguerite, instead hugging her legs tightly.

He looked up, his soft voice mingled with a heartbreaking plea: "Don't go, okay?"

A strange emotion tugged at Marguerite's heart, she found herself nodding involuntarily, answering in a daze, "Okay, I will stay."