Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 274

After spending the entire night cradled in Frederick’s arms, Marguerite enjoyed a long, restful sleep – a rarity for her

When the awoke, it was already seven in the moming and Frederick was nowhere to be found

With only half an hour left before she had to head to the funeral home to continue making arrangements, she hurriedly freshened up and made her way downstairs. To her surprise, she found Frederick in the kitchen, an apron wrapped around his waist.

Was she seeing things? Frederick was making breakfast!

The sight was so shocking that she felt as if she’d been hit by thunder

At that moment, Sadie was setting a tray of freshly baked croissants on the table.

Marguerite’s gaze swept over the breakfast spread it looked good, but would it taste good?

“Good moming, ma’am Fancy Irying some of Mr. Winston’s cooking? He worked hard this time.”

Marguerite was rather taken aback. She sat down with a stunned look on her face and whispered to Sadie, “Is he okay? He seems. different.”

Sadie chuckled quietly, leaning in to reply in a whisper “You’re not the only one who thinks so. He woke up even earlier than the cook. By the time we arrived, he was already cooking”

all too strange. It seemed Frederick

his

glanced at the kitchen and nodded

pulled a face. “So, is this food safe to

the kitchen. Maybe you could give him some encouragement.” Marguente looked as if

on the table. His gaze landed on the two women who were whispering Sadie straightened up immediately, falling silent and taking her place

and was instantly captivated by the

of the apron, Frederick was undeniably handsome. His every move radiated an aura

eating?” He asked, his gaze

forced a smile. “I was

motion and settled into the head of the table. He watched Marguerite with folded arms, then glanced pointedly

speechless. Was he using her

toast and took a bite. It was surprisingly good – the

then nodded in

bacons.. everything received high praise from

never imagined that Frederick had such

Marguerite had lost her appetite. But now, she found herself eating

in conversation.

silence, carrying a hint of curiosity. “Marguerite, how do women like to be confessed

eating. Thinking of the romantic scenes in TV