Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 54

It took him forever to figure out that Marguerite didn’t want him to bring her flowers as a gift. She wanted to make perfume, and the flowers were the raw materials! Marguerite was busy crushing petals and the sound was crisp and clear. Frederick was not in the best mood, watching her with a gloomy expression. “Are you treating my office like a lab?”

Marguerite looked up and asked earnestly, “Can I?”

She dared to ask him for permission?

She really didn’t take him seriously!

Frederick denied her request flatly: “No.”

Marguerite looked awkward, her hands halted mid-air. The room was filled with a tense silence.

Chuck, fearing another argument, quickly explained, “Perfume is made through chemical reactions, which need to be done in a professional lab. If some substances come into contact with an open flame here, it could cause an explosion. As a perfumer, shouldn’t you know this?”

Marguerite was not pleased. She knew all that, but she was confident she wouldn’t make such a rookie mistake.

Marguerite glanced at Chuck, then looked at Frederick and said, “I’ll be careful and I’m not an idiot. Besides, LuxeScents International refuses to let me into the lab and they said it’s only for top perfumers.”

Frederick thought he must have heard wrong. Was that a hint of complaint and coyness in her voice?

But since she was so passionate about making perfume, he might as well indulge her.

He looked at Marguerite without any expression and said, “Follow me.”

Marguerite was a bit puzzled, but she followed Frederick into the inner office.

She had never been in there before, all she knew was that Frederick and Robert would go in there for meetings every morning at 10, always secretive about what they were doing.

spiral staircase by

in a

a suite of perfume-making tools

seen such a beautiful lab, it was like

the sight when a puppy suddenly popped out from somewhere,

saw a young corgi, at most three months

get in here? You’re so cute!” Marguerite lovingly picked

a huff, affectionately licking Marguerite’s hand.

woman! Ugly woman!”

unpleasant voice suddenly echoed in the

aback. She looked up and saw a red-headed

with its round eyes, constantly repeating, “Ugly woman! Ugly

near as cute as the

at the parrot. “Who are

“Divine! Divine!”

to take on the little parrot. “Who named you?

was standing behind Frederick, completely flabbergasted.

talking to animals so entertaining?

smile; his face was

woman was all schemes and pretense, but

perfumes here in the flower room from now on

she

this man

rare and expensive, some are on the verge of extinction. If damaged,