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

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

a plate of sliced steak suddenly appeared by the

meat looked quite

looked at Frederick in surprise, her eyes filled

was this man suddenly

her emotions mixed,

even look at

Er……

call him by

call him “Mr. Winston” as usual, but then she remembered

make him fall in love with her

more panicked she felt, although reluctant, she had no

good opportunity

the courage, and coyly asked in

steak, looked at Marguerite, his

awkward,

eyes, and couldn’t

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

Damn it!

What was going on?