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”

strange. It seemed Frederick was really affected by

this his

kitchen and nodded gravely, “It

pulled a face. “So, is this food

again, avoiding a direct answer. “Ma’am, it’s Mr. Winston’s first time in the kitchen. Maybe you could give him some encouragement.” Marguente looked as if she’d been struck by lightning

were talking. Frederick emerged from the kitchen with the last dish and placed it on the table. His gaze landed on the two women

and was instantly captivated by the

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

He asked, his gaze questioning

“I was wailing

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

speechless. Was he using her as a food

and took a bite. It was surprisingly good

her reaction, then nodded

everything received high praise from

imagined that Frederick had such

death, Marguerite had lost her appetite. But

in conversation.

the silence, carrying a hint of curiosity. “Marguerite, how do

her eating. Thinking of the romantic scenes in