Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 815

The man blinked in surprise, "Are you the owner of this steakhouse?"

Marguerite looked at him without saying a word. Strictly speaking, she wasn't exactly the owner. Frederick had a place called Bluebell Bistro in Stonebridge City, but when they moved to Cresthaven a few months ago, Jocelyn had relocated the restaurant here. They changed the name, but the team remained the same.

Seeing her silence, the man quickly changed his demeanor, smiling broadly as he plopped down in a chair. "You should have said you were the owner! But your steaks are ridiculously overpriced, only for the rich. Regular folks can't afford them."

As he spoke, he shrugged off his suit jacket, tossing it aside casually. That's when Marguerite noticed his cartoon t-shirt, with its faded white and yellow fabric, the collar looking like it hadn't seen a wash in ages. She instinctively felt the urge to leave.

Whoever set her up with this guy must be completely unreliable. What kind of characters were they introducing her to?

Marguerite was mentally scrambling for an excuse to escape when the server inconveniently arrived with the steaks she had ordered earlier. "Ms. Lockwood, here are your steaks."

the man assumed a pompous attitude, tapping the table

cut into the steak and chew a

I'm thirty, from the countryside, but I managed to get into Cresthaven College all on my own. Don't let the fact I'm

watch. "I'm on a tight schedule. Sorry for being late; my last date wouldn't let me leave. She wasn't my type, though. City girl, but didn't look as nice as you or seem

how much a woman earns, her place is still at home. Why have such a strong career drive? It's not like you won't have to bear

extremely uncomfortable, and she felt the urge to argue. But his words came too quickly, leaving her no room

simple country people with not much to their name, so I hope your family can support us a bit. You seem wealthier, being the owner of this steakhouse and all, so after we have kids, living at your place would really lighten my load. As for my parents, I think we should pitch in together to buy them a house. After all,

longer and posed the age-old question: "If we

raised me, sent me to school, and supported me to adulthood. This house

Marguerite was speechless.