Bride behind the mask novel (Marguerite) novel Chapter 817

Marguerite was completely flummoxed, staring wide-eyed at the little girl, Margot, who was winking at her like there was no tomorrow.

This little rascal—was she trying to claim Marguerite as her mom to get her to step in and play house?

Across the table, Charlie was fuming, his face red as a beet. He slammed his fist down on the table, pointing at Marguerite, and yelled, “Marguerite! You’ve got a daughter and you’re out here speed dating? Are you nuts?”

“Nuts? You’re the one who’s nuts! Your whole family’s nuts! You better be careful, my dad might just show up and have you escorted out of here in cuffs! Just so you know, my mom’s only here because she had a fight with my dad. Otherwise, someone like you would never get a dinner with her in a million years! You should be grateful for the steak you just ate—it must’ve cost enough to cover half your paycheck!”

Margot’s voice was a near-shout, causing heads to turn at several nearby tables. Even the restaurant security at the door rushed over, baton in hand, making Charlie jump like he’d seen a ghost.

Margot stuck her tongue out at Charlie from behind Marguerite, clearly enjoying her little performance.

Charlie was livid, but the looming security guards made him think twice. He grabbed his ill-fitting suit jacket and stormed out, grumbling under his breath.

Once he was gone, Margot bounced out from behind Marguerite and dramatically placed a hand over her heart, letting out a big sigh of relief.

Marguerite couldn’t help but laugh at the little one’s theatrics. She crouched down to Margot’s level and asked, “Why did you say I’m your mommy?”

Margot’s eyes were bright and unblinking, full of mischief and innocence. Marguerite knew the kid was trying to help her, but the moment she heard “mommy,” a wave of nostalgia hit her, making her think of her own daughter, Teresa.

Back in the day, Teresa was always the first to jump to her defense whenever Marguerite was in trouble or feeling down.

Margot remained silent, so Marguerite pulled her closer and asked again, “Can you tell me why you helped me?”

Margot giggled, “Daddy taught me.”

“Daddy?”

“Yeah, he told me exactly what to say!”

Margot nodded emphatically, then waved over Marguerite’s shoulder.

Marguerite turned around instinctively and saw Silas approaching, casually dressed in a white shirt and jeans, looking as laid-back as ever. She felt a sudden urge to bolt.

Who could resist such a sweet request? Marguerite handed over her phone without hesitation.

Margot passed the phone to Silas, her voice sweet as honey, “Daddy, you do it.”

But instead of making a call, Silas quickly typed something and handed the phone back. “Handled it for you.”

Marguerite was astonished. “How did you know who my date was?”

Silas chuckled, clearly pleased with himself. “Come on, a professional like you? You’re all about efficiency. You wouldn’t waste time contacting each one separately. I just reached out to your matchmaker.”

Marguerite couldn’t help but laugh. This man really did know her well.

Margot leaned in, resting her chin in her hands, and looked up at her, “Ms. Marguerite, isn’t my daddy great at reading you?”

Marguerite felt a mix of exasperation and affection. She was already struggling to stay mad at Silas, and now with this adorable little partner-in-crime, what on earth was she going to do?