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?”

big mystery? Whatever

Robert rubbed his chin, picturing Marguerite’s plain and

from top to bottom? Those worn–out tracksuits look like rags, not even a simple

a bit. He kept his mouth shut and

divorce Marguerite in three months, she was still officially his

could Frederick’s woman be dressed

the silence, he seemed to know what to

a few calls had caused such

doctor and went straight to Stonebridge Memorial Hospital after

finished helping her grandmother clean up, when

you a

A pleasant male voice.

and found a handsome man standing

at least 1.9 meters, with

eyes were clear as a lake, and

was captivated, not by his

How could a man’s skin be

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

stepped forward with

snapped back to reality and said, “Yes. Are

charmingly than a

thick folder from her canvas bag and handed it to

her imagination, but it seemed the doctor intentionally

change the subject: “I performed a check–up on your grandmother last night and her indicators are

Marguerite was overjoyed. “Really?”

she’s fully recovered, she’ll