Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 307

Right! It must be Margueritel

Back in the day before all hell broke loose, she had personally given that car to Marguerile.

Besides her, no one else would drive her car!

Had she been driving it all these years? But why?

Jocelyn hadn’t expected to encounter Marguerite again in this manner upon returning home. But clearly, Marguerite hadn’t seen her or Frederick

Following her gaze, Frederick took a look at the car that was driving away

“Mom, what’s wrong?” His voice was deep and hoarse.

Jocelyn returned to her senses and shook her head, “Nothing.”

Frederick did not press further. His fingers, clearly defined from work, rubbed of his temples, a tired look on his face.

He had been back home for less than a month, and just a week ago, he had brought Yuna and the kids back. He had been busy and hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in many days.

up early today to take the kids to kindergarten, even deliberately told the driver to take the most unassuming Mercedes

took the education of his children very seriously However, Hayes‘ introvert personality was a source of concern for him. He

Jocelyn sympathetically rubbed his hand. After a moment of consideration, she asked,

hardened. His bloodless lips pressed together

she born and raised two children for you. It’s only right to marry her.

“Manley and Hayes are her children, but she favors Manley

best efforts to be fair, I can see that you favor Hayes more. Because Hayes is a bit like Marguerite,

gentle smile stirred up a

name “Marguerite, which he had tried to avoid for three years,

if he was looking at Marguerite! But he knew why Marguerite was so unforgettable to him- it was all because

silent, Jocelyn sighed, a look of

kindergarten interview earlier, he didn’t say a

then looked at Frederick, “Frederick, with just one word from you, Hayes could join the advanced

my heart, I want him to understand that power can’t solve

class.”

“Hayes is also your child with Yuna,

Frederick’s sharp eyes were filled with loathing and mockery. His thin lips moved, his tone harsh, “If she were really a pushover, she wouldn’t

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