Chapter 362
Bride Behind The Mask
Frederick looked down at the two messages Teresa had sent, the corners of his mouth. curling into a smile.
Teresa was quick on the uptake, and even he had been roped in by her. Frederick was defeated by this little girl. He didnât mind eating his words so quickly and immediately surrendered.
[Got it. Iâll handle it. But no more lies about anything else.]
Teresa, feeling her dadâs assertiveness, playfully cooed: [I know, but one lie needs more lies to cover it up. Iâm going to have to lie to mom about going to your house. Will you help me, Hayesâ daddy?]
What a clever little thing!
Frederick was practically at a loss. Yet, a sense of happiness inexplicably welled up in his heart.
If he had a daughter as cute as Teresa, it wouldnât be too bad. With that thought, his indulgence of Teresaâs requests increased.
[Got it.]
[Awesome, you are the best, Hayesâ daddy!]
Frederick revealed a faint smile, quickly recalling the hesitation the little one displayed when she got out of the car.
He was worried and heartbroken then, but she said nothing. Was her unhappiness related to her hesitation? Frederick couldnât help but feel anxious.
[So, can you tell me why youâre unhappy? Didnât you have fun at my place today?]
Teresa hesitated. Why was she unhappy? It was because of Hayes! He should ask Hayes! Hayes was the one who was the unhappiest! But she couldnât tell him yet, she needed a foolproof plan. A plan that could not only make Hayesâ daddy believe her, but also protect Hayes!
With no other choice, Teresa continued to lie: [Itâs because I didnât get to play enough, so Iâm sad that I had to leave.]
That finally had Frederick laughing out loud. He was also reluctant to let Teresa goâ¦
How he wished he could keep Teresa at the manor forever, it seemed like a good choice for both Hayes and himself.
Lost in his thoughts, Frederick didnât realize that he had developed a soft spot for Teresaâ¦
Engrossed in their conversation, Frederick suddenly noticed several new messages in the top left corner of his Facebook screen.
He exited the chat to find that they were all from Marguerite.
[Hello?]
[Sir, Iâm not favoring my own child. But Teresa is rarely focused on something, and I donât want to discourage her.]
[If both children run for team captain fairly and Teresa loses, itâs okay.]
[Hi?]
How could Marguerite know that the taekwondo coach, who hadnât responded to her messages, was having a lively chat with her daughter!
With no response from him, Marguerite started to mutter to herself, âDid the coach fall asleep⦠Heâs going to bed so earlyâ¦â
Marguerite looked at her messages that filled the screen. Would he think sheâs too talkative? Was it impolite to message the coach late at night? Would the coach, annoyed with her, start to take it out on Teresa?
As Marguerite mulled over this, she quickly typed [Sorry coach, for bothering you] in the chat box.
But before she could send the message, she saw a short sentence from him-
[Marguerite, even coaches need to rest.]