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.

something that

tiny, and she knew it wouldn’t fill

a plate of sliced steak suddenly appeared by

juicy meat

in surprise, her eyes filled with

this man suddenly being

hard, her

steak, didn’t even

Er……

call him by

wanted to call him “Mr. Winston” as usual, but then

make him fall in love

it, the more panicked she felt, although reluctant, she

good opportunity to

her throat, plucked up the courage, and coyly asked

in cutting the steak, looked at Marguerite, his eyes

felt the nickname “Fred” was awkward,

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

when you grow up?” Now, the tone Marguerite used to

Damn it!

What was going on?