Bride behind the mask novel (Marguerite) novel Chapter 373

Chapter 373 

Frederick didn’t expect that Teresa was actually upset. 

Her childish, petulant anger, however, did not anger him. On the contrary, he found it somewhat endearing. 

But why was this little girl so insistent on him being her step-dad? That was something he couldn’t quite wrap his head around. 

With a shake of his head, Frederick’s attention was diverted to Marguerite, who was emerging from the villa, scooping Teresa up in her arms as she returned home. 

Teresa, with one arm wrapped around Marguerite’s neck and the other scratching her head, seemed to be pondering something. 

The sight of them together, though, was heartwarming. 

Unable to resist, Frederick got off the car, instinctively walking towards the villa, wanting to catch another glimpse of this sweet mother-daughter duo through the large windows. 

In the living room. 

Marguerite turned to warm some milk for Teresa, who was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, rummaging through her backpack. 

So engrossed was she, that she almost stick her head in her backpack. 

Finally, she pulled out a crumpled DNA test, unsure whether to ask her mom about it. 

She had lived with Maurice for three years, only to find out that her real father was someone else. How exciting! 

“Teresa, drink your milk!” Marguerite’s gentle voice rang out, causing Teresa to crumple up the DNA test quickly and toss it back into her backpack. 

No! She couldn’t tell her mom about this yet! Because Frederick’s attitude was unclear, and if she told her mom, what would be the point if he didn’t acknowledge her? 

She had to wait! At the very least, she had to wait until her mom and dad’s relationship warmed up. 

Teresa quickly took the milk offered by Marguerite and sipped slowly. 

Little did she know, her actions had been noticed by Frederick outside the window. 

But Frederick didn’t realize what the crumpled thing in Teresa’s hand was, he thought it was just her less than satisfactory report card. 

The winter wind began to howl outside, but he was too engrossed in the scene inside, oblivious to the cold. He watched as Marguerite and Teresa chatted warmly, unable to resist taking out a cigarette and lighting it up. 

The smoke was inhaled into his lungs, absent of the addictive nicotine, but it warmed his heart on this cold winter night. 

He pulled out his phone, opened up the chat with Marguerite, and typed, [Thank you.] 

Inside, Marguerite felt her phone vibrate, quickly glanced at the screen, and began to type in response. Her actions were hurried but smooth, making Frederick smile outside the window. 

[No problem, do you like the cigarette holder?] 

[I like it.]