Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 22

Next morning at Sapphire Valley Estates.

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The maid had prepared a hearty breakfast, waiting for Frederick and Marguerite to come downstairs and eat.

The table was still filled with loads of scrumptious dishes, but Marguerite felt a bit out of place when she saw all this.

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She instinctively wanted to bolt, but she couldn’t do it on an empty stomach, so she had to suck it up and sit at the table. Yet, she didn’t know where to start or how to navigate the dining etiquette, afraid she might tick someone off.

Frederick glanced at the clueless Marguerite fumbling with her cutlery, then took a jab at her, “Can’t even handle a meal, can you?”

Marguerite felt a sting of defeat. She bit her lip. In the face of the rich man’s arrogance, her poor self–esteem always seemed to be so fragile.

Not wanting to lose face, she gritted her teeth and responded, “I can. Just not used to it.”

Frederick expertly sliced up the steak in front of him, glanced at her, and coldly said, “Always trying to act.”

Marguerite felt utterly embarrassed. In front of Frederick, she felt like a total misfit.

food, trying to find something that wouldn’t make her look like

a small bread roll, it was tiny, and she knew

a plate of sliced steak suddenly

juicy meat

in surprise, her eyes filled

man suddenly being so

swallowed hard, her emotions

even look at her, “Don’t

Er……

him by his

Winston” as usual, but then she remembered

to woo Frederick, to make him fall in love with her within three

the more panicked she felt, although reluctant, she

obviously, was a good opportunity to

plucked up the courage, and coyly asked

in cutting the steak, looked at

was awkward, but Frederick didn’t

her innocent wide eyes, and couldn’t help but think of the naive little girl from

Now, the

Damn it!

What was going on?