Chapter 332

Suddenly, the whole living room was dipped into an awkward silence.

Teresa glanced at Frederick, then at Marguerite, and quickly broke the silence, “Mommy, is daddy not home yet?”

Marguerite’s gaze remained on the man. She stood still, replying mechanically, “Your daddy’s working late.”

Frederick abruptly let go of Teresa’s small hand, his eyes full of hostility towards Marguerite.

“How… how did you end up with Teresa?” Marguerite was puzzled, her disbelief evident.

Taking the opportunity, Teresa observed the expressions of the two, then deliberately explained, “Mommy, this is Hayes‘ dad. Oh yeah, Hayes is my classmate and my good friend. I went over to his house to play.”

Marguerite was suddenly taken aback.

Hayes? The less–favored child in the Winston family! He was in the same class as Teresa?

Marguerite’s expression turned increasingly unpleasant. She couldn’t understand why things always coincided so perfectly!

Frederick’s gaze darkened, his tone cold as ice, “Explain.”

Marguerite was taken aback, meeting his intimidating gaze, “Explain what?”

“Did you send your daughter to get close to my son?”

Marguerite felt a rush of panic. She feared that her past grudge with Frederick would affect their children.

She quickly looked at Teresa, forcing calm into her voice as she said, “Honey, go upstairs first. I need to have a word with Hayes‘ dad.”

Teresa’s eyes sparkled with excitement at the tone of their conversation. They clearly knew each other!

She wouldn’t really go upstairs! She puffed up her cheeks, acting according to Marguerite’s wishes and heading towards the staircase.

When Marguerite and Frederick left the house and stood in the yard, the little girl quickly hid in the dark, peering out of the window.

The outside was pitch black, with a dim light hanging under the eaves. The wattage was low, so the light wasn’t bright. But she could still see the long shadows of her mom and Hayes‘ dad.

It was annoying though. The howling of the cold wind drowned out their conversation, and Teresa couldn’t hear a thing.

Meanwhile, Marguerite was only wearing a beige linen dress, covered with a long knitted cardigan. She felt a shiver as soon as she left the villa and sneezed due to the cold.

She quickly wrapped her cardigan tighter around herself, explaining in a trembling voice, “It’s just a coincidence. I didn’t know your son was in the same class as Teresa, let alone that they were friends.”

Frederick’s distinct features were half buried in the shadows. He remained silent, his intense gaze never leaving her.

Marguerite was so unnerved by his stare, and while her eyes wandering in panic, she spotted the outdoor storage box behind him.

She paused for a moment, then quickly moved past Frederick, taking a car key from the ceramic jar on the storage box and held it out to him, “Since you’re here, take Jocelyn’s car.”

Frederick neither accepted the keys nor spoke. Marguerite noticed his chest heaving.

She didn’t know what she had said wrong to provoke him, But the hadn’t lied. She genuinely didn’t know that Teresa and Hayes were classmates.

Marguerite sighed and withdrew her arm, knowing that no amount of explanation would work once Frederick had made up his mind.

She wanted to ask him to leave, but before she could utter a word, he suddenly pulled her into his arms.

She was unexpectedly enveloped in warmth.

The next moment, her lips, chilled by the cold wind, were forcefully sealed with a kiss by Frederick.