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

chin, picturing Marguerite’s plain and simple image in his

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

gaze tightened a bit. He kept his mouth shut and didn’t say a word,

in

could Frederick’s woman be dressed in rags?

silence, he seemed to know what

that missing a few calls had caused such

a meeting with her grandmother’s doctor and went straight

the ward, just finished helping her grandmother clean

a relative of

A pleasant male voice.

a handsome man

tall, at least 1.9

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

not by

How could a man’s skin be

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

stepped forward with a faint smile,

back to reality and said,

more charmingly than a woman:

from her canvas bag and handed it

sure if it was her imagination, but it seemed the doctor intentionally took a long

medical records and change the subject: “I performed a check–up on your grandmother last

Marguerite was overjoyed. “Really?”

waking up doesn’t mean she’s fully recovered, she’ll