Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 552

The next morning, Marguerite woke up to the sun high in the sky.

As soon as she opened her eyes, her mind involuntarily revisited the bombshell Maurice had dropped on her – Yuna and Frederick were getting hitched. The idea soured her stomach, and the last thing she wanted was to face the lovebirds first thing in the day.

After a quick wash-up, she planned to dodge Yuna and Frederick and head straight to the office. That’s when Teresa burst into her room, latching onto her arm with a whine.

“Mommy, you’re up just in time! Sadie made a super-delish breakfast!”

Seeing her daughter, Marguerite’s troubles seemed to melt away. She stroked the little one’s head, indulgently explaining, “Mommy’s got to run to the office, sweetie. No time for breakfast.”

But Teresa was having none of it, shaking her head with a pout. “No way! Hayes’ daddy is finally home for breakfast, and both he and I want you to join us!”

As Teresa dragged Hayes into the plea, Marguerite found herself at a loss. Somehow, Hayes had crept into her heart, almost on par with Teresa. She couldn’t pinpoint why, but the sight of Hayes’ puppy-dog eyes always tugged at her heartstrings.

However, the thought of breakfast with Frederick and Yuna at the same table didn’t exactly boost her appetite.

going to

“But Hayes’ daddy hasn’t left yet. How could you be

isn’t he?”

your

was stumped. “How did you know

to Marguerite, “Don’t worry, Mommy, I’ll keep your secret. I won’t tell Daddy Maurice! So now, let’s make a deal. I keep your secret, and you come down for breakfast

Marguerite was speechless.

kid had mastered the art of negotiation, not to mention

like him. Maurice was more cunning and subtle, whereas Teresa was straightforward, wearing her emotions on her sleeve – a

thought, Marguerite was already being ushered into the dining room by

elders present. Marguerite knew that since Frederick’s involvement with Poppy Petal Fragrances, Jocelyn had

hadn’t seen her

Frederick and Maurice sat opposite each other, with Marguerite at the end,

dark circles and general air of exhaustion. He sipped his black