Chapter 166
Yuna, dear, not that I dont trust you. Back in the day, I recall reaching you how to run a household and take care of the elderly But last night when I wet the bed. you were all flusioned and even soemad pulsed by me That’s not the granddaughter I raised. I wonder how you changed so much so quickly.”
reme’s words were loaded and the threw a quick glance at Fredenck to gauge his reaction
She had begun to hint to Frederick that her relationship with Yuna was not what he had assumed it to be.
If it werem for Marguerite’s sudden pregnancy, she would have told the truth a long time ago. She didn’t need to hide it like this at all!
Upon hearing this, Yurs was both furious and nervous
That old lady never taught her anything, she taught Margueritel
At that moment, Chuck stepped forward, polite but firm, “Ms. Yuna, the car is ready. You should leave now
Yuna wanted to argue but she was afraid that Laveme might bring up past issues. If she were exposed, she would lose everything.
60, she clenched her ficts, shot Marguerite a resentful look, and reluctantly left
Marguerite turned around to push Laveme’s wheelchair, “Granny, let me take you to rest”
Laverne nodded contentedly. Before she could say anything, the authoritative figure behind her commanded. “Come to the study with me.”
The study?
What was he up to now?
Marguerite stood still, Laverne quickly nudged her and gestured towards Frederick’s retreating figure, “What are you waiting for? Go after him!”
How could this smart girl be so slow when it came to relationships?
It was really annoying
She grabbed Marguerite’s hand, her expressive face full of excitement
“Listen here, girl That handsome man may seem cold on the outside, but he’s a softie inside. He responds to kindness, not harshness. In my eyes, he’s just a kid, easily appeased”
Sadie, standing behind them, couldn’t help but chuckle. Her laughter almost reaching her ears.
It’s true what they say, having an elder in the house is like having a treasure
Laverne, with her wisdom and humor, was the only one who could handle Mr. Winston!
Laverne gave Morguerite another push, and Marguente finally followed, reluctantly heading towards the study
The study had a carved wooden door that took some effort to push open. Upon entering, she was hit by a strong smell of smoke.
Frederick was standing by the window, one hand in his pocket. He held a slim cigarette between his fingers, exuding an unexpected roguish charm.
The glass ashtray on the windowsill had recently been cleaned, but was already filling up with cigarette butts.
She was only a few minutes late, yet he had already smoked so much?
Marguente composed herself and stepped into Frederick’s long
