<b>Chapter </b><b>149 </b>


    Meanwhile, at another location.


    Marguerite<b>, </b>with <b>Frederick </b>beside her, stopped in front of the Majestic Memories on the street.


    At this hour, this was the only ce she could think of that was still open..


    Back <b>in </b><b>the </b><b>day</b><b>. </b>Marina Shores Vige was quite backward, without a photo studio. So, every year on Marguerite’s birthday, Laveme would take her into town.


    <b>And </b><b>the </b>bus fare from Marina Shores Vige to Stonebridge <b>City </b>was cheapest at night. By the time they arrived in the city, it waste at night, and most of <b>the </b>photo studios were already closed, except for Majestic Memories, which was open 24 hours.


    Marguerite brought Frederick <b>to </b>the photo studio for a simple reason: although they were a couple, they didn’t have a proper photo together


    Even if their differences had reached an irreconcble point, some memories were worth cherishing.


    And she couldn’t ask him to take a picture in her real identity, so if he treated her as Yuna, she would go along with it.


    Even though, she didn’t want to do that, but what could she do?


    Because, Frederick never truly loved her.


    The man looked up at the old sign and frowned, “You want to take a picture?”


    Marguerite nodded, “Yes.”


    “I can arrange for the best photographers toe to your ce, why bothering to a small shop like this?”


    “Who says I can’t take pictures in a small shop? Ordinary ces can create beauty tool Plus, I’ve been taking pictures here for many years, since I was little.”


    With that Marguerite pushed Frederick into the narrow photo studio.


    “Sir, I want to take a photo, can we do it now?” Marguerite said, yfully tapping the table.


    The owner of the photo studio had a pipe in his mouth, a detective hat on his head, and a brown vest on. He had a bit of a Sherlock Holmes vibe


    He looked up at Marguerite, recognized her after a while, feeling she looked very familiar


    The next second, he suddenly realized, pped his forehead and stood up, “Miss, you haven’t been here for several years. How’s your grandma? Is she well?” Marguerite smiled, a blend of innocence and charm on her pure face


    “Some things happened in the past two years that kept me froming to take pictures. My grandma is well. She’s been recovering from an illness and is resting at home.”


    The owner then looked past Marguerite, straight at Frederick, his expression bing inscrutable. Your boyfnend?”


    Marguerite opened her mouth, suddenly unsure how to introduce him.


    She was currently using Yuna’s identity, if she said he was her boyfriend, but he was not divorced yet, if she said he was her husband, it seemed werd too Before Marguerite could speak, the owner had already naturally walked up to Frederick, and without asking if he was willing, shook his hand enthusiastically Then, the owner began to chatter away


    “Sir, I’ve been taking photos of this youngdy since she was a child! She was brought here by her grandma when she was a baby 1 photographed her for eighteen. years! This girl, she’s gotten more and more beautiful over time. Although I don’t know her name, I remember she always wore a sapphire ne around her neck She always wore it when she came to take pictures! Wait, why don’t I see you wearing it today?”


    Upon hearing this, Frederick immediately remembered something important


    Of course he had seen the sapphire ne the owner was talking about, a month ago, it was this ne that confirmed Yuna’s identity


    <b>But </b>since then, he never <b>saw </b>Yuna wear it again.


    Feeling <b>a </b><b>bit </b>strange, Frederick immediately asked the woman, “Where’s your sapphire ne? Howe you never wear it?”