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Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 372
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Chapter 372

Teresa had been itching to present the DNA test results to Frederick for a while now, but her days were consumed

by sorting out affairs for Hayes, leaving her with no time.

Now that she’d dealt with that bad woman Yuna, she could finally turn her thoughts to matters of family lineage..

Little did the young girl know, her inquiry had hit a sore spot for Frederick. Marguerite was the woman Frederick

hated the most. He was still trying to figure out his feelings towards her, so how could he possibly admit anything

easily?

Teresa’s secret was also far from captivating enough to pique his interest.

Feeling a bit disgruntled, Frederick was careful not to let his temper flare, for fear of scaring Teresa, so he

concealed his emotions well. He simply reiterated, “Teresa, as I’ve mentioned before, Marguerite and I are not as

close as you think.”

Teresa, however, was not easily deterred. “That doesn’t mean you can’t have feelings for her!”

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Teresa’s earnest expression showed her determination. Her small hand, hidden in her backpack, tightly clenching

the DNA test results.

She was bursting to reveal her huge secret!

Come on, admit it! Admit you have feelings for Mommy, and I can tell you I’m your daughter!

But Frederick merely looked down at the little girl, her eager face once again leaving him at a loss.

He wanted to reason with Teresa, but was afraid that a three-year-old wouldn’t understand.

And if he tried to explain emotions to her, he feared she might get the wrong idea and believe he still harbored

feelings for Marguerite.

After a long silence, Frederick decided to try a different approach, hoping to warn Teresa off.

“If I admitted to having feelings for Marguerite, would you give up your biological father and accept me as your

step-dad?*

Teresa’s round eyes were filled with a stubborn determination, as she met Frederick’s gaze with unwavering

seriousness.

In reality, from the moment Teresa decided to present the DNA results, she had already made her choice. Without

question, Maurice’s love was pure and comforting, but no matter what, he was not her biological father.

She wanted to be with her biological parents. As for Maurice, he would still be her dad!

Frederick looked at the little girl in the passenger seat, assuming that his question had successfully troubled her.

His cool demeanor slightly softened, and a faint smile appeared on his face. Just as he was about to speak, the little

girl unexpectedly answered, “I would!”

Teresa’s response took Frederick by surprise. His dark eyes widened, then deepened with surprise.

“You would?”

“Yes, I would! I’d be more than happy!”

He couldn’t believe that, in Teresa’s eyes, he was more important than Maurice, her biological father!

How was that possible? He had only met Teresa a few times!

In his shock, Frederick found himself increasingly fond of Teresa.

If only Teresa wasn’t Maurice’s child.

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He had accepted the fact that Marguerite was pregnant. But of all people, the child’s father had to be his lifelong

nemesis!

For this reason, Frederick quickly regained his composure.

He lowered his eyes, his expression growing slightly gloomy. “But, I wouldn’t.”

He did like Teresa, but to become her step-dad? Marguerite didn’t deserve that!

Teresa became anxious, her little legs shaking furiously as she tried to explain, “But what if you’re my…” Before she

could finish the sentence, Frederick cut her off. Teresa! Things between us adults are complicated. You shouldn’t

involve yourself. I’ll take the gift, please thank Marguerite for me.”

Inside her backpack, Teresa had crumbled the DNA test results in her tight grip.

Her little face turned red with frustration, her puffed cheeks resembling a puffer fish.

She huffed in annoyance, slung her backpack over her shoulder, and hopped down from the passenger seat. She

turned around and glared at Frederick, emphasizing each

word.

“I’m not your messenger! Send Mommy a message yourself! Goodbye!”

With that, the little girl slammed the car door shut with a ‘bang’.