Bride Behind The Mask

Chapter 22

Next morning at Sapphire Valley Estates.

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The maid had prepared a hearty breakfast, waiting for Frederick and Marguerite to come downstairs and eat.

The table was still filled with loads of scrumptious dishes, but Marguerite felt a bit out of place when she saw all this.

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She instinctively wanted to bolt, but she couldn’t do it on an empty stomach, so she had to suck it up and sit at the table. Yet, she didn’t know where to start or how to navigate the dining etiquette, afraid she might tick someone off.

Frederick glanced at the clueless Marguerite fumbling with her cutlery, then took a jab at her, “Can’t even handle a meal, can you?”

Marguerite felt a sting of defeat. She bit her lip. In the face of the rich man’s arrogance, her poor self– esteem always seemed to be so fragile.

Not wanting to lose face, she gritted her teeth and responded, “I can. Just not used to it.”

Frederick expertly sliced up the steak in front of him, glanced at her, and coldly said, “Always trying to act.”

Marguerite felt utterly embarrassed. In front of Frederick, she felt like a total misfit.

She looked at the spread of food, trying to find something that wouldn’t make her look like a goofball when she ate.

She saw a small bread roll, it was tiny, and she knew it wouldn’t fill her up.

Just as she was indecisive, a plate of sliced steak suddenly appeared by the table.

The juicy meat looked quite tempting.

Marguerite looked at Frederick in surprise, her eyes filled with confusion.

Why was this man suddenly being so nice?

She swallowed hard, her emotions mixed, “Um, thanks.”

Frederick was elegantly slicing another steak, didn’t even look at her, “Don’t I have a name?”

Er……

She couldn’t just call him by his first name, right?

She wanted to call him “Mr. Winston” as usual, but then she remembered the task the mysterious person had given her.

He had asked her to woo Frederick, to make him fall in love with her within three months.

The more Marguerite thought about it, the more panicked she felt, although reluctant, she had no other choice.

And now, obviously, was a good opportunity to put on a show.

She cleared her throat, plucked up the courage, and coyly asked in a sweet voice, “Um… Can I call you ‘Fred?

Frederick paused in cutting the steak, looked at Marguerite, his eyes full of confusion and surprise.

Marguerite felt the nickname “Fred” was awkward, but Frederick didn’t seem to think so.

He looked at the ugly woman in front of him with her innocent wide eyes, and couldn’t help but think of the naive little girl from fifteen years ago.

The innocent little girl had once told him, “Fred, will you marry me when you grow up?” Now, the tone Marguerite used to call him “Fred” was exactly the same as the little girl’s fifteen years ago.

Damn it! Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

What was going on?

Why did he always think of things from fifteen years ago when he faced Marguerite? But Yuna never gave him this feeling

Frederick was filled with excitement, had he really mistaken the person?

But he soon controlled his emotions.

Chuck was already investigating as he had requested. Until the truth was revealed, he couldn’t make any rash moves.

Frederick snapped back to reality, his face returned to its usual indifference, “You can’t talk to me in that tone.”

Marguerite was speechless..

Frederick didn’t accept this approach?

Seems like, she needed to find another way to win him over.

Marguerite put the steak the man had prepared for her into her mouth, and began to eat in silence.

After breakfast, Marguerite was getting ready to go to work. At this moment, there was a frantic knocking at the door outside the villa. Marguerite casually opened the door.

In an instant, she saw that the visitors were actually her parents.

And her twin sister, Yuna, was standing there, her eyes wide in disbelief, glaring at her furiously.