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”

It seemed Frederick was

his

at the kitchen and nodded gravely, “It

is this food

chuckled again, avoiding a direct answer. “Ma’am, it’s Mr. Winston’s first time in the kitchen. Maybe

talking. Frederick emerged from the kitchen with the last dish and placed it on the table. His gaze landed on the two women who were whispering Sadie straightened up immediately, falling silent and taking her place in line with the other household

was instantly captivated by the

undeniably handsome. His every move radiated an aura of sophistication and

gaze

“I was

apron with a suave motion and settled into the head of the

he using her

toast and took a bite.

her reaction, then nodded in

everything received

never imagined that Frederick had such culinary

her grandmother’s death, Marguerite had lost her appetite. But now, she

in conversation.

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

of the romantic scenes