Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 122

Meanwhile, at the Winston Group.

Taking public transport wasn’t as fast as private cars, so even though Marguerite left the house earlier than Frederick, she was the last to arrive at the office.

By the time she got to the CEO’s office, Frederick and Robert had already met in the break room.

Every morning from nine to ten, they’d chill in the break room for an hour. Their actions were as mysterious as a black box, and Marguerite didn’t bother to dig deeper.

She didn’t know this time slot was for Robert giving Frederick his therapy sessions.

And the topic they were discussing most of the time was about her.

Marguerite walked to her desk and saw a small bowl of mushroom soup on it.

She thought it was from the canteen for Frederick, so she put the soup back on his desk and then went back to her own workstation.

Soon, the two men came out of the break room.

Frederick instinctively looked at his desk, his eyes suddenly tensed up, and the next second he walked over to the workstation and put the small bowl of mushroom soup back next to Marguerite’s desk.

Marguerite was puzzled, “What’s this for?”

“Have it.” Frederick’s tone was arrogant and domineering.

Marguerite shrank back a bit.

Was the soup for her?

“You’re not eating enough. Can you bear the responsibility if your work fails because of hunger?”

Marguerite looked up at him. Even though this man spoke so coldly and looked so grim, she felt a warm current in her heart.

She gave a small smile, said “Okay” in a mixed mood, and then quietly started to eat after opening the small bowl.

Frederick saw that Marguerite didn’t resist as usual, behaving like a docile kitten, and couldn’t help but reach out to pat Marguerite’s head.

Marguerite stiffened, looked up at him with wide eyes in surprise.

“Why are you patting my head?”

Marguerite didn’t know why she would ask such a question.

The atmosphere wasn’t awkward just now, but now it became a bit weird after her question.

Her innocent big eyes seemed to hook people’s hearts, making Frederick’s hand pause in the air.

He quickly withdrew his hand. When he turned around, Marguerite noticed that his ears were a bit red.

“There was a mosquito on your head.”

Marguerite was perplexed.

When did the CEO’s office have mosquitoes?

Very strange.

At that time, Robert was looking at his phone with a broad smile, texting someone.

Suddenly, he came over anxiously and asked, “Does anyone have a spare computer I can borrow?”

Frederick gave a slight nod towards the break room, “Inside.”

Robert rushed into the break room and quickly turned on the computer.

A netizen named “Smiley” soon sent a voice message on WhatsApp.

When Robert opened it, the whole room was filled with a woman’s sweet voice, “Mr. Fitzgerald, how’s the photo I sent you the other day? Did you manage to restore it?” Robert’s heart started beating wildly for some unknown reason, and he, who was usually uninterested in women, started to fantasize about what Smiley looked like.

He tried several times to send a voice message, but was unsatisfied with his voice and kept canceling it.

Smiley sent another voice message, “Mr. Fitzgerald, are you still there?”

Realizing that he had kept her waiting for a long time, Robert quickly said:

“I’m sorry, I was about to tell you. The quality of the picture you sent decreased after compression. I tried to restore it but it’s still blurry. Can you send the picture to my email, so I’ll give it another try?”

Robert immediately logged into his email, and Smiley quickly sent the photo again.

“Mr. Fitzgerald, it’s all up to you whether my friend can regain her beautiful looks or not!”

Robert was confused, “What does your friend’s looks have to do with this photo?”

Then, he heard Smiley sigh on the other end of the phone.

“It’s a long story! When you come back, I’ll treat you to a few drinks and invite my friend along so she can tell you herself.”

Robert was eager to say that he’s actually been domestic all along and he was free anytime.

But thinking about his father who was looking for him everywhere, he was worried that he might give away his location if he said it. Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

So he thought for a while before saying, “We’ll talk about meeting up later. But since she’s your friend, I’ll do what I can to help you guys.”