NovelFameChapter 742
Maggie froze for a moment, suddenly realizing all eyes were on her. Instinctively, she began to panic:
"Should... should | wave at him?"
Fred chuckled softly, "Up to you."
"Don't leave it up to me! He doesn't understand English, does he?"
Just as the words left Maggie's lips, the king pointed his microphone in her direction and asked in heavily
accented English:
"Lord, is this your girlfriend?"
Maggie blinked in confusion. "Who's he talking to?"
"You."
In an instant, Maggie's mind buzzed with noise.
Her cheeks flushed a ripe tomato red, both flustered and shy.
Being socially anxious, how could she face the gazes of everyone present?
Even though Maggie knew most of those looks were of congratulations and envy, she felt awkward all the same.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe clumsily tapped Fred on the shoulder, and understanding her discomfort, he gently helped her down from his
shoulder.
Without another thought, Maggie took Fred's hand and started running out of the ballroom.
She was too embarrassed, too cramped!
And the man, not caring whether it was appropriate for the occasion or not, let her lead him away from the spot.
The moment they stepped outside, the king's laughter filled the air through the microphone:
"On behalf of the royal family, | extend the highest blessings to the Lord and his lady."
As his words faded, cheers erupted throughout the ballroom.
The noisy sounds grew distant, leaving only peace under the quiet night sky.
The intermittent brightness of the crystal chandeliers made Maggie squint a bit.
But her racing heart still couldn't calm down, her face puffing up slightly as if she'd been startled.
Gasping for air, hands on her knees, she looked up to see Fred in the sposture, looking back at her.
In an emotional whirlwind, she burst into laughter.
Truth be told, she was a bit happy.
She'd never been blessed by so many people before.
Despite feeling shy and awkward, her vanity was satisfied.
Perhaps, all girls like to be loved openly and passionately, right?
It took Maggie a while to stand up straight again, only to hear Fred say:
"In Veracoria's royal tradition, when the king gives his highest blessings to a
couple, they are expected to kiss in response."
Maggie's eyes widened at the man before her, who was now wearing a
mischievous smile and moving closer. Her mind went blank.
Was he... was he about to kiss her?
No, wait!
They weren't officially a couple yet!
What was Fred trying to say?
Was he willing to start over with her?
Maggie's mind raced uncontrollably, and just as his lips were about to meet hers,
she instinctively closed her eyes.
But the anticipated kiss never came.
The moment was shattered by a sharp, urgent ringtone.
She snapped her eyes open to see him pulling out his phone and tapping on an
app.
The affection in his eyes suddenly turned into disbelief.
As if he had seen something unimaginable.
But with a privacy screen on his phone, from Maggie's angle, she could see nothing.
What she didn't know was that Fred had just received a picture.
A picture that was anything but simple - it was a paternity test result for Teresa and Fred.
The conclusion at the bottom of the test read:
"DNA analysis results: The tested father and child are confirmed to have a parental relationship."
Fred was in disbelief.
He couldn't understand the purpose behind the picture that Maurice had sent him.
And how could Teresa be his child?
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