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”

seemed Frederick was really affected by

his first

the kitchen

is this food

kitchen. Maybe you could

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

and was instantly captivated by the man

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

eating?” He asked, his gaze questioning as he

smile. “I was

head of the table. He watched Marguerite

Was he using her as a food

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

nodded in satisfaction

French toast, eggs, bacons.. everything received

imagined that

her grandmother’s death, Marguerite had lost her appetite. But now, she found herself eating heartily, too preoccupied

in conversation.

of curiosity. “Marguerite, how do women like to be

Marguerite paused in her eating. Thinking of the romantic scenes