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

it was tiny, and she knew it wouldn’t

was indecisive, a plate of sliced

juicy meat looked quite

at Frederick in surprise, her

was this man suddenly being so

swallowed hard, her

was elegantly slicing another steak, didn’t even look

Er……

couldn’t just call him by his first name,

usual, but then she remembered the

to make him fall

more panicked she felt, although reluctant, she

obviously, was a good opportunity to put on

courage, and coyly asked in a sweet voice, “Um… Can I call

cutting the steak, looked at Marguerite, his eyes full of

nickname “Fred” was awkward, but Frederick didn’t seem to

woman in front of him with her innocent wide eyes, and

had once told him, “Fred, will you marry me when you grow up?” Now, the tone Marguerite used to call him “Fred” was

Damn it!

What was going on?