Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 362

Frederick looked down at the two messages Teresa had sent, the corners of his mouth. curling into a smile.

Teresa was quick on the uptake, and even he had been roped in by her. Frederick was defeated by this little girl. He didn’t mind eating his words so quickly and immediately surrendered.

[Got it. I’ll handle it. But no more lies about anything else.]

Teresa, feeling her dad’s assertiveness, playfully cooed: [I know, but one lie needs more lies to cover it up. I’m going to have to lie to mom about going to your house. Will you help me, Hayes‘ daddy?]

What a clever little thing!

Frederick was practically at a loss. Yet, a sense of happiness inexplicably welled up in his heart.

If he had a daughter as cute as Teresa, it wouldn’t be too bad. With that thought, his indulgence of Teresa’s requests increased.

[Got it.]

[Awesome, you are the best, Hayes‘ daddy!]

Frederick revealed a faint smile, quickly recalling the hesitation the little one displayed when she got out of the car.

He was worried and heartbroken then, but she said nothing. Was her unhappiness related to her hesitation? Frederick couldn’t help but feel anxious.

[So, can you tell me why you’re unhappy? Didn’t you have fun at my place today?]

Teresa hesitated. Why was she unhappy? It was because of Hayes! He should ask Hayes! Hayes was the one who was the unhappiest! But she couldn’t tell him yet, she needed a foolproof plan. A plan that could not only make Hayes‘ daddy believe her, but also protect Hayes!

With no other choice, Teresa continued to lie: [It’s because I didn’t get to play enough, so I’m sad that I had to leave.]

That finally had Frederick laughing out loud. He was also reluctant to let Teresa go…

How he wished he could keep Teresa at the manor forever, it seemed like a good choice for both Hayes and himself.

Lost in his thoughts, Frederick didn’t realize that he had developed a soft spot for Teresa…

Engrossed in their conversation, Frederick suddenly noticed several new messages in the top left corner of his Facebook screen.

He exited the chat to find that they were all from Marguerite.

[Hello?]

[Sir, I’m not favoring my own child. But Teresa is rarely focused on something, and I don’t want to discourage her.]

[If both children run for team captain fairly and Teresa loses, it’s okay.]

[Hi?]

How could Marguerite know that the taekwondo coach, who hadn’t responded to her messages, was having a lively chat with her daughter!

With no response from him, Marguerite started to mutter to herself, “Did the coach fall asleep… He’s going to bed so early…”

Marguerite looked at her messages that filled the screen. Would he think she’s too talkative? Was it impolite to message the coach late at night? Would the coach, annoyed with her, start to take it out on Teresa? All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

As Marguerite mulled over this, she quickly typed [Sorry coach, for bothering you] in the chat box.

But before she could send the message, she saw a short sentence from him-

[Marguerite, even coaches need to rest.]