Bride Behind The Mask

Chapter 97

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the evening sky was painted with a palette of red hues.

Marguerite just back to the mansion in time for dinner. Frederick was seated at the head of the table and Laverne was engrossed in her new phone.

Marguerite’s gaze happened to meet his. Some unspeakable traits on his face made him so dignified.

Feeling uneasy about their spat the previous night, Marguerite was not in the mood for chit–chat.

She quietly headed for the dining room and sat next to Laverne, whispering, “Granny, it’s dinner time. Phone can wait.”

With that, she served Laverne some chicken soup.

Laverne was squinting at and wrestling with her phone screen.

Suddenly, she slammed her phone on the table, crossed her arms and looked visibly pissed off, seemingly at herself.

“Damn it!”

Marguerite was stunned. She jerked her head, “What’s up, Granny?”

“The font on the phone is too small. I can’t see anything!”

Marguerite chuckled, “Hold your horses, Granny. I’ll fix it for you.”

She picked up the phone, opened the settings and patiently adjusted the font size for Laverne.

Frederick was feeling uneasy not having seen Marguerite all day.

Now he spotted the new phone in Marguerite’s hand and attempted to kick start a conversation, “Did you get this for Granny?”

Before Marguerite could answer, Laverne grunted, “Hell no, it’s not from Marguerite. It’s a gift from that handsome doc at the hospital.”

“Handsome doctor?” Frederick asked with a frown.

Marguerite finally looked at Frederick and explained flatly. “It’s Granny’s doctor, Steven.”

Laverne’s expression was visibly affectionate as she heard Steven’s name.

“Yes, Steven! He’s quite a looker and drives a fancy car! The doors open like wings! It’s called McLaren, right, Marguerite?”

Marguerite bit her lip awkwardly and didn’t say anything.

She was clueless about limo brands and didn’t know how to respond to Granny.

But she completely missed the fact that the man at the head of the table was visibly upset.

McLaren?

If he remembered correctly, the limo that dropped Marguerite home the other night was a McLaren indeed.

So, this guy dropped her off one night and gave her a phone the next day?

What was next? What would he give her tomorrow?

Frederick slammed his cutlery onto the table, causing a sharp clink, “Marguerite, do you remember what I told you before?”

Marguerite was dumbfounded. She didn’t understand what she’d done to offend him. She looked at him with an innocent face, not knowing what to say.

But to Frederick, she was playing dumb by feigning innocence. That pissed him off even more.

He scoffed, “I’ve told you not to flirt with other men. If I find out, you’ll face the consequences. Did you get that?”

Marguerite suddenly understood.

Was he misunderstanding her relationship with Steven again? Just because of a phone?

Marguerite was frustrated, “Can you stop being such a kid? The phone was a gift from Steven to Granny. I have nothing to do with it.”

Frederick sneered, “If you hadn’t flirted, why would he bother gifting Granny a phone?”

Marguerite bit her lip, feeling a mix of humiliation and discomfort. NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

“Frederick, why are you always saying mean words like that?”