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.

something that wouldn’t

it was tiny, and she knew it wouldn’t fill her

indecisive, a plate of

meat looked quite

at Frederick in surprise, her

man suddenly being

swallowed hard, her emotions mixed, “Um,

even look at her, “Don’t I have

Er……

call him by his

him “Mr. Winston” as usual, but then she

asked her to woo Frederick, to make him fall in love with

the more panicked she felt,

good opportunity to

plucked up the courage, and coyly asked in a sweet voice,

cutting the steak, looked at Marguerite, his eyes

was awkward, but Frederick

wide eyes, and couldn’t

when you grow up?” Now, the tone Marguerite used to call him “Fred” was exactly the same as

Damn it!