Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 120

The next day, at Sapphire Valley Estates.

Normally, pregnant women tends to have intense morning sickness. So, it took Marguerite some time before she finally managed to stroll into the dining room calmly.

After the episode last night, she didn’t dare to eat too much. So, she had a glass of milk and some nibbles.

Frederick was about to head to the office after breakfast when he suddenly stopped in his tracks and decided to wait for Marguerite at the door.

Even though this woman usually caught the bus before him, they had gone to work together yesterday, and it seemed like she didn’t mind it that much.

Just as he opened the tall mansion doors, he saw Yuna standing there. Her face was red and swollen, and she was about to knock. Her manicured hand almost hit his face.

Frederick’s face soured immediately, his voice filled with irritation, “What are you doing here?”

Yuna quickly shook the thermos in her hand, her eyes full of anticipation, “I made chicken soup for you and grandma.”

Just then, Marguerite walked up to the door after packing up her stuff, and saw Yuna throwing flirty glances at Frederick.

Marguerite brushed past Frederick, barely glanced at the thermos in Yuna’s hand, and was immediately grabbed by Frederick.

“Wait for me in the car.”

His voice was commanding, making Marguerite’s heart race.

Wait for him? For what?

To watch him and Yuna play lovey–dovey outside the car?

Hell no, she wasn’t gonna lose her dignity like that.

Marguerite pulled her hand away from him, turned to look at him with an awkward smile on her face.

“Mr. Winston, I’ll take the bus, bye.” Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

Hearing this, Frederick’s face became gloomy.

Mr. Winston?

What was this woman up to now? Was she jealous?

As he watched Marguerite walk away, Frederick’s mood worsened, and he took it all out on Yuna, “What on earth do you want?” Yuna pouted, “Freddie, can’t I come see you if I don’t have anything to do? I’m your fiancee, can’t I bring you chicken soup?”

“No need, I’ve already had breakfast”

As Frederick tried to push past Yuna to chase after Marguerite, Yuna blocked his path.

“Freddie, why don’t you take it to the office and have it there? I made the chicken soup myself.”

As she said this, she shoved the thermos into his hands.

He tried his best to ignore her, but he couldn’t help but notice the picture of Yuna stuck prominently on the thermos. He smirked coldly.

Daring to stick her picture on it?

This Yuna was getting more and more annoying.

“You said you made one for grandma too? Take it in and let her have it. Move, you’re in the way.”

Yuna tried to sweet–talk him, but Frederick’s expression was so terrifying that she had to give up.

As she watched him walk past her, completely indifferent to her, Yuna was both angry and disappointed.

Just as she was feeling down, Frederick’s voice suddenly came from ahead.

“Come here.”

Yuna was overjoyed, thinking that Freddie had changed his mind. She quickly ran up to him and eagerly said, “Freddie, what are you saying?” Instead of the gentle gaze she was expecting, his eyes were even colder.

“I’m warning you, if I ever find out t