Chapter 382

Teresa glanced at Hayes. She wondered if the birthday boy would be upset, thinking she was out to steal his father’s affection, upon discovering he had a sister. She shifted her gaze to Maurice.

Poor Maurice, she thought, as she watched him drown his sorrows in glasses of bourbon. The news of her acknowledging Hayes’s daddy as her dad would probably crush him. Regardless, she knew she shouldn’t mention it at this moment.

Jocelyn gently cleaned some frosting off Teresa’s face with a napkin, her tone even softer, “They are…?”

They are my… classmate!” Teresa’s face turned beet red, “Since when do classmates get engaged?”

Jocelyn couldn’t help but laugh.

Teresa, with her innocent comments, was always such a delight. Besides, an engagement between her and Hayes wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

Furthermore, the two kids looked strikingly alike.

“Well, classmates can get engaged too,” she said.

Teresa didn’t know how to respond. She looked at Marguerite with pleading eyes, as though asking for help.

Seeing this, Marguerite put down her wine glass and sat back down, “It’s not that Teresa doesn’t want to marry Hayes or Manley. She just isn’t good enough for Yuna and Mr. Frederick’s sons. After all, we’re not from a top-tier wealthy family, I don’t think Yuna would want it to happen either.”

Yuna didn’t catch the sarcasm in Marguerite’s words. In fact, she foolishly thought Marguerite was being self-aware! She raised her chin arrogantly, looking down on Marguerite, and mocked, “Good! Even if all the women in the world died, Manley wouldn’t marry your daughter.”

Marguerite asked nonchalantly, “If that’s the case, why did you invite us over in the first place?”

Yuna greeted her teeth but couldn’t fight back.

Unable to contain her anger any longer, she put her utensils down, about to make a scene.

Unexpectedly, Frederick scooped a serving of food onto her plate and warned her, “Can’t you keep your mouth shut even when dining?”

Her fiery temper was instantly extinguished, leaving her feeling miserable.

Damn! Marguerite had stepped all over her, and Frederick didn’t even stand up for her!

Yuna, not wanting to get more embarrassed in front of Marguerite, decided to change tactics.

She immediately clung onto Frederick’s arm, pressing her body against him, her tone sweet and high-

pitched, “Thanks, Freddie. You know how much I love BBQ ribs, right?” Frederick, taken aback, instinctively wanted to push the annoying woman away.

However, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Marguerite’s gaze lingering on Yuna’s hand that was holding onto him. He remembered that she had used Maurice’s glass earlier Perhaps out of jealousy, or competitiveness, Frederick unusually did not push Yuna away. Instead, he gently cleaned Yuna’s mouth, whispering, “Eat your meal.”

Yuna was thrilled, nodding her head vigorously, even put her head onto Frederick’s shoulder, “You are so sweet, I’ll eat now!”

Marguerite’s crystal-clear eyes flickered with a hint of desolation, her heart sinking slightly.

Without a doubt, she had successfully taught Yuna a lesson, but she didn’t feel victorious.

Because no matter how Yuna behaved, Frederick would always be indulgent towards her.

Just that alone was something she could never ask for.

Marguerite finished her glass of red wine in one gulp, suddenly feeling a jacket being gently draped over her shoulders. It was Maurice’s!

She turned to look at him in surprise, only to see him smiling gently and happily, casually saying, “Are you cold? You should dress more warmly next time, otherwise I’ll have to give you my jacket and freeze myself.

Although it wasn’t a romantic statement, it made Marguerite’s skin crawl.

Why did Maurice’s words sound so misleading? It felt as though they were already an old married couple.

Subconsciously, she looked at Frederick. To her surprise, he was also looking at her…