Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

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Chapter 425

By the time everyone finished dinner, it was already late into the night. Marguerite decided to head back to her

room to rest, only to find Maurice following her into the bedroom. Even though they were in a suite with two

bedrooms, Marguerite couldn’t recall seeing Maurice’s luggage being moved in.

Turning abruptly, she stood blocking the doorway, “What are you doing?”

Maurice leaned against the doorframe, his tall figure creating an imposing silhouette in the dim light. “Don’t be so

stubborn. I know you don’t want to share a room with me, but Frederick and Yuna are back. Don’t you want to show

them we’re getting along?”

“That was his reason? Was he out of his mind?” Marguerite thought.

She didn’t want to give Frederick any wrong ideas, let alone pretend to get along with this man!

Between gritted teeth, Marguerite snapped back, “Dream on! Get out before your mom sees you and starts

accusing me of seducing you!”

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No sooner had Marguerite finished her sentence than Lisette strode in. Her face hardened with disapproval as she

saw her son. “What are you doing here? Your room is upstairs!”

Maurice sighed helplessly, “Mom, I have the right to choose my room.”

Not wanting to argue with her son, Lisette took Maurice’s hand gently, “I’m just looking out for you. It’s

inappropriate for you guys to live together before marriage. Come upstairs with me, I need to talk to you.” With

that, she led Maurice upstairs, leaving Marguerite alone.

How convenient, this meant she wouldn’t have to worry about Maurice for a while. And since Lisette was against

her marrying Maurice, it saved her a lot of trouble.

Just as Marguerite was about to retreat to her room, she noticed Yuna and Frederick standing by the door of the

adjacent room. They were staying next door?

How awkward!

Upon noticing Marguerite, Yuna quickly clung to Frederick’s arm and leaned against him, “Freddie, let’s go to bed

early. I’m tired.”

His gaze lingered on Marguerite for a moment, then he disappeared into the room with Yuna.

Marguerite stood there dumbfounded, wondering whether their room was also a suite? Were they sleeping

separately or together?

The thought was driving her mad. She shook her head, forcing herself to calm down. It was none of her business

whether Frederick was sleeping with Yuna or not.

Feeling awkward, Marguerite entered her own room and quickly got ready for bed. However, no matter how hard

she tried, she couldn’t fall asleep.

For one, she had barely eaten at dinner due to the constant bickering, which left her feeling hungry. Secondly, the

distinct sounds coming from the next room were making her blush.

It sounded like the bed was hitting the wall, accompanied by heavy breathing.

Marguerite quickly buried her head under the blanket and covered her ears.

Despite blocking out all the noise, Yuna’s voice still echoed in her head.

Can’t they keep it down?

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Just as Marguerite was feeling frustrated, her phone buzzed from under her pillow.

It was a message from Teresa – [Mommy, come to the kitchen for a late-night snack. Hurry!]

Marguerite paused, then replied, [Go back to your room and sleep, don’t walk around freely.]

[I’m not walking around! Hayes is hungry, and if you don’t come, I’ll have to cook for him myself!]

Surging upright, Marguerite’s mind was filled with fears of the dangers of them cooking alone! With the thought of

them playing with fire and knives, she jumped out of bed, threw on a cardigan, and headed for the kitchen.

From afar, she could smell the aroma of food.

Oh no! Were those two already cooking?

Marguerite quickened her pace and burst into the kitchen.

“Children shouldn’t be playing with fire!” As she stepped into the kitchen, she saw the man holding a spatula. She

came to an abrupt halt.

How could the cook be Frederick? Wasn’t he in the room with Yuna…

What was going on?

Meanwhile, Hayes and Teresa were sitting on small stools at Frederick’s feet, looking up at him expectantly, like two

little birds waiting to be fed.

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