Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 390

Marguerite followed behind Frederick, her mood as gloomy as a rainy day, as they headed to the makeshift office by the construction site.

The office was nothing more than a temporary space put up with wooden planks. The lighting was poor, and the furniture was bare bones.

But when Frederick sat down at the desk, he seemed to glow like a lantern in the dark.

As she looked at him, an old saying came to mind: a diamond in the rough.

However, she wasn’t in the mood to appreciate his good looks. He had just given her a good scolding, and she was still bitter about it.

Without any further orders from him, Marguerite just stood there, unmoving.

She watched as Frederick pulled out a large blueprint and started sketching with a freshly sharpened pencil. He was utterly focused, his eyes never leaving the paper.

He had a noble, aristocratic air about him, yet he wasn’t soft or weak. His sharp features and the way he held the pencil, firm and confident, made him seem more like a king overseeing his kingdom.

her legs began to ache. Finally, Frederick put down

her head down, only to see that the blank piece of paper had turned into a

it was incredibly

tall, covering an area of 25,000 square meters! And he

minutes!

even human?

on the desk with one hand and rested the other on the back of Frederick’s chair. She

engrossed in the blueprint that she didn’t realize how

the ventilation system that connects the entire building.

idea suddenly popped into

“So, we could place air fresheners that eliminate formaldehyde in the valves. That way, when the ventilation system is activated, it will spread the fresheners throughout the

building’s structure to her and hadn’t fully expressed his idea

elaborate on them!

well. He couldn’t help but express his appreciation, “You’re quite clever.”

froze at his words. Marguerite couldn’t believe that Frederick was praising her. She turned to look at him, only to find his gaze already on her.