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Marguerite jerked her hand away, "Do you even have a say in my life? Go live happily with your Daphne and stop
bothering me, will you?"
No sooner had Marguerite spoken than she regretted it.
Maurice had kept his secrets so well hidden that, in his eyes, she and Daphne were like two parallel lines, never
meant to cross.
Mentioning Daphne now felt a bit too impulsive.
Sure enough, Maurice's gaze faltered, his expression briefly clouded: "Has she been bothering you?"
"What if she has?"
"What did she tell you?"
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Maurice's tone was inscrutable, and with his knack for pretense, his face betrayed no sign of panic or guilt.
Yet, this only served to infuriate Marguerite even more.
She knew everything already, yet here she was, playing along in his charade.
The feeling was unbearable.
She was on the verge of spilling everything, consequences be damned.
But she knew better than to rush things.
She had only gotten hold of Maurice's vasectomy report, the crucial paternity test results were still pending. She
had to endure.
"What could she possibly tell me? To stay away from you? Maurice, | don't care about your flings, but could you
at least keep your women in line?
Today it's Daphne, who's it going to be tomorrow? Emily? Sarah? I'm tired, | don't have the energy for this."
With that, Marguerite brushed off her sleeve, feigning anger and stormed away.
Maurice was meticulous in his dealings, so she wasn't sure if he believed her performance.
But she felt her acting was explosive, almost indistinguishable from reality. Next tshe faced him, she'd have
to adjust her emotions and keep her cool. Now was a critical moment, she was so close, and she couldn't afford
to slip up. Returning to her townhouse, Marguerite was exhausted, skipping dinner and heading straight to bed.
But she was only tired, not sleepy, tossing and turning restlessly.
That's when Hayes and Teresa barged in, each clutching a pillow, insisting on sleeping with Marguerite.
Despite her gloom, seeing Hayes and Teresa lifted her spirits, so she let the adorable duo stay.
The two settled on either side of Marguerite, their roles clear.
Hayes, the little clingy one, wrapped his arms around Marguerite's waist, basking in the warmth of her embrace.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmTeresa lay on the other side, one knee bent, the other leg lazily draped over it, gazing at the ceiling as if
pondering life's mysteries, a lollipop in her mouth.
Suddenly, she turned to Marguerite, "Mommy, are you really not going to look for my brother anymore?"
The question stirred a mix of emotions in Marguerite, "I didn't say that, sweetie. Just not for now."
"Why not? Did something happen recently, Mommy?"
"Nothing happened. You little chatterbox, why all the questions? Con, tto sleep. Look at how well-
behaved Hayes is! And no more lollipops, you'll get cavities."
Marguerite dodged the question with a lie, while softly patting Hayes' head.
Flushed with shyness from the praise, Hayes' cherubic face turned a deeper shade of red. Gathering his courage,
he whispered:
"Ms. Marguerite, until you find Teresa's brother... could you... think ofas your son?"
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