Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 66

Robert furrowed his brows.

Did he hear that right?

Was Frederick really planning on calling Marguerite again using his phone?

Robert stared at Frederick in surprise, noticing an unusual expression on Frederick’s typically arrogant and indifferent face.

Robert wanted to laugh.

When would Frederick finally get over his habit of saying one thing and doing another?

But since he suggested it, that was a huge step forward. Robert felt his words of advice weren’t wasted after all.

Satisfied, Robert pulled out his phone and said, “Alright, let’s give it a shot with my phone.”

Unfortunately, Marguerite still didn’t pick up.

Staring at his phone, Robert mumbled, “You’ve got to be kidding me. Marguerite is giving me the cold shoulder too? Is she really pissed off?”

Frederick’s expression turned tense and serious.

Feeling a bit awkward, Robert scratched his head, then quickly came up with the suggestion, “Marguerite might still be fuming. But you know how women are, they can always be sweet–talked.”

“You want me to whisper sweet nothings? No way!”

“What good are sweet words? Marguerite is a tough cookie, sweet words won’t cut it. Actions speak louder than words.”

A flicker of light crossed Frederick’s eyes. “What do you mean?”

Whatever Marguerite lacks, you

chin, picturing Marguerite’s plain and simple image in

wife, right? Where’s the look of a rich wife from top to bottom? Those worn–out tracksuits look like rags, not even a simple piece of

his mouth shut and didn’t say a word, clearly taking Robert’s

in three months, she was still

woman be dressed in rags? Jewelry was a

to know what

Marguerite was completely unaware that missing a few calls had caused

grandmother’s doctor and went straight to Stonebridge Memorial Hospital after

walked into the ward, just finished helping her grandmother clean up, when a male doctor walked

you a relative

A pleasant male voice.

found a

tall, at least 1.9 meters,

his eyes were clear as a lake, and his lips were plump and rosy,

not

a man’s skin be even more beautiful

skin seemed to glow, as if soaked in honey, so delicate it could be easily

you Marguerite?” The doctor stepped forward with a faint smile,

reality and said, “Yes. Are

more charmingly

her canvas bag and handed it

if it was her imagination, but it seemed the doctor intentionally took a long time to accept the records, his beautiful

take the medical records and change the subject: “I performed a check–up on your grandmother last night and her indicators are almost back to normal.

Marguerite was overjoyed. “Really?”

fully