Bride behind the mask novel (Marguerite)
Chapter 274

Chapter 274

After spending the entire night cradled in Frederick's arms, Marguerite enjoyed a long, restful sleep - a rarity for her

When the awoke, it was already seven in the moming and Frederick was nowhere to be found

With only half an hour left before she had to head to the funeral home to continue making arrangements, she hurriedly freshened up and made her way downstairs. To her surprise, she found Frederick in the kitchen, an apron wrapped around his waist.

Was she seeing things? Frederick was making breakfast!

The sight was so shocking that she felt as if she'd been hit by thunder

At that moment, Sadie was setting a tray of freshly baked croissants on the table.

Marguerite's gaze swept over the breakfast spread it looked good, but would it taste good?

"Good moming, ma'am Fancy Irying some of Mr. Winston's cooking? He worked hard this time."

Marguerite was rather taken aback. She sat down with a stunned look on her face and whispered to Sadie, "Is he okay? He seems. different."

Sadie chuckled quietly, leaning in to reply in a whisper "You're not the only one who thinks so. He woke up even earlier than the cook. By the time we arrived, he was already cooking" This was all too strange. It seemed Frederick was really affected by something

Is this his first time cooking?"

Sadie glanced at the kitchen and nodded gravely, "It is"

Marguente pulled a face. "So, is this food safe to eat?"

Sadie chuckled again, avoiding a direct answer. "Ma'am, it's Mr. Winston's first time in the kitchen. Maybe you could give him some encouragement." Marguente looked as if she'd been struck by lightning "I filtr As they were talking. Frederick emerged from the kitchen with the last dish and placed it on the table. His gaze landed on the two women who were whispering Sadie straightened up immediately, falling silent a Marguerite looked up and was instantly captivated by the man standing before her

Despite the incongruity of the apron, Frederick was undeniably handsome. His every move radiated an aura of sophistication and charm.

"Aren't you eating?" He asked, his gaze questioning as he noted her untouched plate.

Marguerite forced a smile. "I was wailing for you."

Frederick removed his apron with a suave motion and settled into the head of the table. He watched Marguerite with folded arms, then glanced pointedly at the breakfast spread Marguente was speechless. Was he using her as a food taster?

She tentatively picked up a piece of French toast and took a bite. It was surprisingly good - the creamy flavour mixed with the sweet syrup.

Frederick observed her reaction, then nodded in satisfaction and began to eat

The French toast, eggs, bacons.. everything received high praise from Marguerite

She had never imagined that Frederick had such culinary potential.

In the days following her grandmother's death, Marguerite had lost her appetite. But now, she found herself eating heartily, too preoccupied with the food to engage

in conversation.

Frederick's voice broke the silence, carrying a hint of curiosity. "Marguerite, how do women like to be confessed to?"

Caught off guard, Marguerite paused in her eating. Thinking of the romantic scenes in TV dramas, she said, "The grander, the better, I suppose."

"A public surpose?"

'Perhaps. Anyway Yuna would love it."

With a glimmer of melancholy in her eyes, Marguerite finished her sentence.

The day of her divorce from Frederick was drawing near. The mention of a confession at this time could only mean one thing - Frederick was planning a surprise

for Yuna

Frederick failed to notice the complexity of Marguerite's emotions. He looked at her, his eyes serious and eamest. "What about you? Do you like it?"