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”

too strange. It seemed Frederick was really affected

his first time

glanced at the kitchen

a face. “So, is this food safe

direct answer. “Ma’am, it’s Mr. Winston’s first time in the kitchen. Maybe you

they were 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

was instantly captivated by the

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

his gaze questioning as

“I was wailing for

of the table. He watched Marguerite with folded arms, then glanced

speechless. Was he using her as a food

a piece of French toast and took a bite. It was surprisingly good

nodded in

French toast, eggs, bacons.. everything

imagined that

the days following her grandmother’s death, Marguerite had lost her appetite. But now, she found herself

in conversation.

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

Marguerite paused in her eating. Thinking of the romantic scenes in TV dramas, she said, “The