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.

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

it was tiny, and she knew it

she was indecisive, a plate of sliced steak suddenly appeared by

meat looked quite

in surprise, her eyes filled with

man suddenly being

hard, her emotions

another steak, didn’t even look at her, “Don’t

Er……

call him by his

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

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

more panicked

a good opportunity

her throat, plucked up the courage, and coyly asked in a sweet voice, “Um… Can I

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

awkward, but

of him with her innocent wide eyes, and couldn’t help

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!