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 be

Hayes’ daddy

isn’t he?”

your

stumped. “How did you

twirled her head, smugly saying, “My godfather and godmother told me!” Then she leaned in conspiratorially, her finger to her lips, whispering to Marguerite, “Don’t worry, Mommy, I’ll keep your secret. I won’t tell Daddy Maurice!

Marguerite was speechless.

art of negotiation, not

clearly influenced by Maurice, though Teresa was nothing like him. Maurice was more cunning and subtle, whereas Teresa was straightforward, wearing

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

knew that since Frederick’s involvement with Poppy Petal Fragrances,

she hadn’t seen her for days.

table was peculiar. Frederick and Maurice sat opposite each other, with Marguerite at the end, forming an awkward triangle with them.

and general air of exhaustion. He sipped his black coffee with an