Bride Behind The Mask Novel

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.

of food, trying to find something that wouldn’t make her

tiny, and she knew it wouldn’t fill her

was indecisive, a plate of sliced steak suddenly appeared

juicy meat

in surprise, her eyes filled

was this man suddenly being so

hard, her emotions mixed, “Um,

elegantly slicing another steak, didn’t even look at her,

Er……

call him by his

him “Mr. Winston” as usual, but then she remembered the task the mysterious person had given

make him fall in love with her within three

it, the more panicked she felt, although reluctant, she had no

was a good opportunity

cleared her throat, plucked up the courage, and coyly asked in

paused in cutting the steak, looked at Marguerite, his eyes full

the nickname “Fred” was awkward, but

innocent wide eyes, and couldn’t help but think of the naive little girl from fifteen years

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

Damn it!