Bride Behind the Mask novel 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?"

"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.