Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 324

Frederick's barrage of questions left Marguerite feeling utterly humiliated. She finally understood that Frederick didn't need a reason to invite her for dinner. He was just out for revenge, to humiliate her, to vent his spleen without restraint.

All the bitterness of the past three years was erupting all at once.

Marguerite felt a deep pain inside, as if Frederick was pulling apart her dignity thread by thread and grinding it into the dirt.

But she did betray him. What else could she do but silently endure?

And finally, she saw a satisfied look on Frederick's face at her hurt expression.

The waiter served their delicious food at that moment. Marguerite, not wanting to respond to Frederick's words, buried herself in her meal. But as soon as the waiter left, Frederick's mobile phone rang.

He answered it right in front of Marguerite, his voice gentle, "Just finished work... having dinner... no, I’m with Marguerite... we’re catching up..."

He suddenly handed the phone to Marguerite. "Yuna wants to have a word with you."

So the call was from Yuna. No wonder his tone softened a bit. But what could Yuna possibly want to say to her? To show off her happy life these past years, or to mock her for not doing as well?

Marguerite instinctively rejected the idea, but she took the phone anyway, her tone mechanical, "Hello?"

"Marguerite, I wanted to say hello yesterday. Did you get the bracelet? Did your daughter like it?"

Marguerite was surprised. Yuna wasn't showing off anything or mocking her. She was even being quite sweet.

"I haven't given it to her yet." Marguerite replied.

"I see... Marguerite, we've missed you these years. If it's alright with you, Frederick and I would like to invite you to dinner next time. What do you think?"

Invite her to dinner? So she was showing off after all. Of course, Yuna was never one to be genuine. But Marguerite didn't expose her, she just replied good-naturedly, "Sure, no problem. But I should be the one to treat you next time, consider it a welcome meal."

Marguerite glanced at Frederick as she spoke, only to find his gaze on her even colder.

"Could you give the phone back to Frederick? I need to say a few more things to him."

"Sure." Marguerite handed the phone back to Frederick, but he ended the call immediately and placed his phone face down on the table.