Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 444

Marguerite was easily persuaded by Jocelyn, and as she left the Winston Mansion, Yuna happened to see her.

Yuna lingered, watching as the number of people in the mansion dwindled.

Jocelyn won’t be coming downstairs for a while, and Lisette was nowhere to be found it was a golden opportunity!

She quickly headed to the kitchen, packing some doughnuts and coffee into a thermos, then went to the children’s bedroom to call for Hayes, instructing, “Hayes, daddy didn’t eat much for breakfast, and he must be hungry now. If you take this snack to him, he’ll be really happy. Would you mind doing that for me?”

The mere thought of making his daddy happy was enough to light up Hayes’ eyes. Unaware of the impending danger, he joyfully nodded his little head.

Yuna, thrilled, quickly thrust the thermos into Hayes’ arms, urging, “Go on, the driver’s outside waiting for you.”

Hayes, clutching the thermos, stumbled towards the doorway. He initially wanted to call for Teresa to join him, but she had mentioned earlier that the weather was perfect for a nap.

So Teresa must be resting, right? Better not to disturb her.

With that thought, Hayes resolutely stepped out of the mansion.

window, watching the car carrying Hayes disappearing into the distance, Yuna swiftly texted Barnes – [Hayes and the driver are out,

response from Barnes soon followed.

direction where Hayes had left.

there was heavy snowfall and dense fog.

malicious gaze, particularly noticeable amid the gloomy weather.

ferocious that day, a harshness Marguerite had never experienced before.

Penelope’s company, she returned home. The severe weather had disrupted traffic, congesting all the streets.

home before Maurice, so that she could keep her interview a

room, “What’s up with your son? Powell finally comes downstairs for dinner, and he’s nowhere to be

overtime, and with this snowstorm, he can’t possibly be home soon.”

voice was still gentle, yet

Hayes went to the company to look for your son, now who knows where

could tell Lisette was picking a fight.

ate at home, and Lisette knew that. But she chose this

tolerate his disregard on such a