Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 367

This lady looked significantly younger than the old Lisette back at the Winston Mansion, she looked too young to be a grandma. She was so beautiful and graceful!

Teresa pondered if her own mom would age this gracefully when she’s old.

However, Jocelyn was left dumbfounded by Teresa's greeting of "Grandma".

She squatted down to get a closer look and inexplicably found Teresa bearing some resemblance to Marguerite. Especially those brows and eyes, as if they were cut from the same cloth, almost identical.. But she was unaware that Teresa was indeed Marguerite's daughter, a piece of information Frederick had failed to share.

"Darlin', have we met before?"

Teresa's eyes widened in panic, caught off guard. Before she could come up with an explanation, Frederick had already walked into the mansion, a wry smile on his face.

"Teresa has a penchant for wrongfully addressing people. She even called me 'daddy' once."

Jocelyn's smile grew even warmer, the little girl in front of her was melting her heart.

"You're quite the character, aren't you?"

Jocelyn scooped Teresa up in one arm, and spotting Hayes standing at the doorstep, she reached out to hold his hand and said, "Come, let's take my grandchildren to dinner!"

Once seated in the dining room, Teresa sandwiched between Manley and Hayes, she began to feel awkward.

She surveyed the delicious food spread across the table, head bowed in caution.

"Teresa, I've made some BBQ chicken drumsticks for you, don't be shy." Jocelyn tapped the plate lightly with her fork.

Teresa nodded hesitantly, glancing at Yuna for approval.

Unexpectedly, their eyes met, and Yuna's annoyance was palpable.

An intimate family dinner ruined by a complete stranger! How infuriating!

Yet seeing Teresa tread carefully, she figured nothing could go wrong.

Frederick, seated at the head of the table, couldn't help but chuckle at Teresa's anxious demeanor, "Quite the tough cookie in front of me, but now you're shy and quiet?"

Teresa hurriedly glanced at Yuna, nervous to the point of dropping her fork.