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?”

mystery? Whatever Marguerite lacks,

and simple image in his mind. He snapped his

you. But Marguerite is your 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 jewelry. This

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

Marguerite in three months, she was still officially

Frederick’s woman be dressed in

the silence, he seemed to know what to do

completely unaware that missing a few calls

her grandmother’s doctor and went

the ward, just finished helping her grandmother clean up,

you a

A pleasant male voice.

turned and found a handsome man

1.9 meters, with

silver glasses, his eyes were clear as a lake, and his lips were

was captivated, not by his

could a man’s skin be even more beautiful

in honey, so delicate it

you Marguerite?” The doctor stepped forward with a faint

reality and said, “Yes.

more charmingly than a

folder from her canvas bag and handed it to Steven. “These are my grandmother’s

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

performed a check–up on your grandmother last night and

Marguerite was overjoyed. “Really?”

doesn’t mean she’s fully recovered, she’ll still need ongoing