Bride Behind The Mask

Chapter 66

Robert furrowed his brows.

Did he hear that right?

Was Frederick really planning on calling Marguerite again using his phone?

Robert stared at Frederick in surprise, noticing an unusual expression on Frederick’s typically arrogant and indifferent face.

Robert wanted to laugh.

When would Frederick finally get over his habit of saying one thing and doing another?

But since he suggested it, that was a huge step forward. Robert felt his words of advice weren’t wasted after all.

Satisfied, Robert pulled out his phone and said, “Alright, let’s give it a shot with my phone.”

Unfortunately, Marguerite still didn’t pick up.

Staring at his phone, Robert mumbled, “You’ve got to be kidding me. Marguerite is giving me the cold shoulder too? Is she really pissed off?”

Frederick’s expression turned tense and serious.

Feeling a bit awkward, Robert scratched his head, then quickly came up with the suggestion, “Marguerite might still be fuming. But you know how women are, they can always be sweet–talked.”

“You want me to whisper sweet nothings? No way!”

“What good are sweet words? Marguerite is a tough cookie, sweet words won’t cut it. Actions speak louder than words.”

A flicker of light crossed Frederick’s eyes. “What do you mean?” NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

“What’s the big mystery? Whatever Marguerite lacks, you provide.”

With a serious face, Robert rubbed his chin, picturing Marguerite’s plain and simple image in his mind. He snapped his fingers and immediately said,

“Frederick, I’m not blaming you. But Marguerite is your wife, right? Where’s the look of a rich wife from top to bottom? Those worn–out tracksuits look like rags, not even a simple piece of jewelry. This isn’t right!”

Frederick’s gaze tightened a bit. He kept his mouth shut and didn’t say a word, clearly taking Robert’s words to heart.

Even though he was going to divorce Marguerite in three months, she was still officially his wife.

How could Frederick’s woman be dressed in rags? Jewelry was a must.

In the silence, he seemed to know what to do next.

Meanwhile, Marguerite was completely unaware that missing a few calls had caused such a stir.

She had a meeting with her grandmother’s doctor and went straight to Stonebridge Memorial Hospital after leaving the office.

She walked into the ward, just finished helping her grandmother clean up, when a male doctor walked in.

“Are you a relative of Laverne?”

A pleasant male voice.

Marguerite turned and found a handsome man standing before her.

He was tall, at least 1.9 meters, with exquisite facial features.

He wore silver glasses, his eyes were clear as a lake, and his lips were plump and rosy, exuding an elegant aura.

Marguerite was captivated, not by his looks.

She was just surprised. How could a man’s skin be even more beautiful than a woman’s?

His skin seemed to glow, as if soaked in honey, so delicate it could be easily damaged.

“Are you Marguerite?” The doctor stepped forward with a faint smile, sizing up Marguerite.

Marguerite snapped back to reality and said, “Yes. Are you Dr. Steven?”

Steven smiled even more charmingly than a woman: “It’s me.”

Marguerite quickly pulled out a thick folder from her canvas bag and handed it to Steven. “These are my grandmother’s previous medical records. I’m counting on you, doctor.”

Steven gracefully accepted it. Marguerite wasn’t sure if it was her imagination, but it seemed the doctor intentionally took a long time to accept the records, his beautiful and expressive eyes examining her.

Feeling a bit awkward under his gaze, Marguerite let Steven take the medical records and change the subject: “I performed a check–up on your grandmother last night and her indicators are almost back to normal. She should wake up soon.”

Marguerite was overjoyed. “Really?”

“But waking up doesn’t mean she’s fully recovered, she’ll still need ongoing treatment.”

Marguerite frowned. “Will she be cured within three months?”

“No.”

Marguerite sighed deeply.

It seemed her plan to leave with her grandmother after divorcing Frederick had to be put on hold.

“If there’s nothing else, I’ll be leaving now.” Steven tucked the medical records under his arm, his hands in his pockets, exuding a weak yet handsome aura.

Marguerite suddenly remembered a question and quickly asked, “Wait, Steven. Can I ask who arranged for you to treat my grandmother?”

The mysterious person who never showed up was still bothering Marguerite.

10:59

“I’m not sure what you’re referring to. I was transferred back to Stonebridge Memorial Hospital by my superiors. As an employee, I don’t have the right to question them.”

With her question unanswered, Marguerite gave an embarrassed laugh and let Steven leave.

Marguerite spent the entire afternoon taking care of her grandmother at the hospital. By the time she left, it was already evening, and she realized she had nowhere to go.

She didn’t want to go back to Sapphire Valley Estates, as the thought of Frederick’s behavior that day made her angry.

She planned to find a small inn to spend the night, so she took out her phone to book a room.

But as soon as she turned on her phone, she was stunned.

Frederick had called her this many times?