Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 54

It took him forever to figure out that Marguerite didn’t want him to bring her flowers as a gift. She wanted to make perfume, and the flowers were the raw materials! Marguerite was busy crushing petals and the sound was crisp and clear. Frederick was not in the best mood, watching her with a gloomy expression. “Are you treating my office like a lab?”

Marguerite looked up and asked earnestly, “Can I?”

She dared to ask him for permission?

She really didn’t take him seriously!

Frederick denied her request flatly: “No.”

Marguerite looked awkward, her hands halted mid-air. The room was filled with a tense silence.

Chuck, fearing another argument, quickly explained, “Perfume is made through chemical reactions, which need to be done in a professional lab. If some substances come into contact with an open flame here, it could cause an explosion. As a perfumer, shouldn’t you know this?”

Marguerite was not pleased. She knew all that, but she was confident she wouldn’t make such a rookie mistake.

Marguerite glanced at Chuck, then looked at Frederick and said, “I’ll be careful and I’m not an idiot. Besides, LuxeScents International refuses to let me into the lab and they said it’s only for top perfumers.”

Frederick thought he must have heard wrong. Was that a hint of complaint and coyness in her voice?

But since she was so passionate about making perfume, he might as well indulge her.

He looked at Marguerite without any expression and said, “Follow me.”

Marguerite was a bit puzzled, but she followed Frederick into the inner office.

She had never been in there before, all she knew was that Frederick and Robert would go in there for meetings every morning at 10, always secretive about what they were doing.

staircase by

archway appeared. Frederick punched in a code,

of flowers and plants, and a suite of perfume-making

had never seen such a beautiful lab, it was like a

sight when a puppy suddenly

a young corgi, at

did you get in here? You’re so cute!” Marguerite lovingly picked up the corgi,

let out a huff,

woman! Ugly

harsh, unpleasant voice suddenly

aback. She looked up and saw a red-headed parrot perched on

Marguerite with its round eyes, constantly repeating, “Ugly woman! Ugly woman!”

parrot was nowhere near as cute as

the parrot. “Who are you calling ugly?

“Divine! Divine!”

on the little parrot. “Who named you? It’s

was standing behind Frederick,

make talking

smile; his face was rarely this

had thought this woman was all schemes and pretense, but her genuine joy was reminiscent of

make your perfumes here in the flower room from now on and I’ll

she couldn’t

man

flower room are rare and expensive, some are

cold look, clearly indicating he didn’t want Chuck to

was startled and quickly shut his