Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 227

Marguerite’s voice watted over to Frederick, causing him to feel slightly dazed. He didn’t have an appetite, yet the spectacle of Marguerite feeding him was unprecedented. He had never even imagined such a moment could occur.

Was she expressing concern for him?

Frederick was at a loss, mechanically opening his mouth to accept the morsel of food.

Marguerite laughed, ‘See, you can eat it, can’t you? But it seems like you need someone to feed you.”

After saying this, Marguerite pushed the plate into Frederick’s hands. However, he was left staring blankly at the utensils in his palm.

He still had no appetite.

He placed the plate and utensils on the bedside table. Marguerite leaned against the French window, facing Frederick, a thread of compassion lacing through her heart.

“If you don’t mind, would you like to share what’s on your mind?”

the scenery outside the window. Marguerite was unsure what

zoning out, but his state of detachment

silence, Frederick

been for my mom, to secure a place for her in the Winston

seen Frederick reveal such emotions in front of her. He appeared melancholic and somewhat

truly understand the state of siege he and Jocelyn faced within the Winston family, but she could imagine how precarious their

words to comfort him, she tried to lighten

humble! Who are you? You’re the legendary Frederick! Who

gaze to Marguerite, his usually sharp eyes now softened, “If I were really that powerful,

it wasn’t Maurice who

Frederick had been an almost mythical figure

Winston Group into one

was

have come to believe

are no gods in the business world. His success today is the result of his struggles as an ordinary

Everyone has their weaknesses.

delusional to think he could topple Frederick, he struck Frederick where it hurt most, revealing his unmentionable illness

real reason for

and those around him had been too