Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 274

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

When she awoke, it was already seven in the morning 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 morning, ma'am. Fancy trying 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."

Marguerite 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."

Marguerite looked as if she'd been struck by lightning. "I...I'll try."

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 and taking her place in line with the other household staff.

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 surprise?"

"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 earnest. "What about you? Do you like it?"