Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 390

Marguerite followed behind Frederick, her mood as gloomy as a rainy day, as they headed to the makeshift office by the construction site.

The office was nothing more than a temporary space put up with wooden planks. The lighting was poor, and the furniture was bare bones.

But when Frederick sat down at the desk, he seemed to glow like a lantern in the dark.

As she looked at him, an old saying came to mind: a diamond in the rough.

However, she wasn't in the mood to appreciate his good looks. He had just given her a good scolding, and she was still bitter about it.

Without any further orders from him, Marguerite just stood there, unmoving.

She watched as Frederick pulled out a large blueprint and started sketching with a freshly sharpened pencil. He was utterly focused, his eyes never leaving the paper.

He had a noble, aristocratic air about him, yet he wasn't soft or weak. His sharp features and the way he held the pencil, firm and confident, made him seem more like a king overseeing his kingdom.

After about ten minutes of standing, her legs began to ache. Finally, Frederick put down his pencil, looked at Marguerite, and coldly ordered, "Come here."

"Okay..." Marguerite walked over with her head down, only to see that the blank piece of paper had turned into a detailed 3D blueprint of a building.

And it was incredibly well-done!

The building was a massive fifty stories tall, covering an area of 25,000 square meters! And he had managed to sketch out its entire internal structure with incredible precision in just ten minutes!

Was he even human?

Marguerite leaned on the desk with one hand and rested the other on the back of Frederick’s chair. She bent slightly, leaning in to get a better look.

Frederick's warm breath sent a rush of heat through Marguerite, making her breath hitch and her heart pound. But she couldn't move, couldn't push him away.

Her gaze slipped from his eyebrows down to his lips...

Damn it! She wanted to kiss him so badly!

No one knew how much she suffered in the past three years. Many times she had dreamt of him, but she would always wake up before anything could happen. And each time she was left grasping at empty memories.

But now, the man who haunted her dreams was right in front of her. How could she not want him?

After a moment of internal struggle, her emotions won over logic.

Marguerite's feelings were a whirlwind of anticipation. She was ready to throw caution to the wind. Closing her eyes, she leaned in for a kiss…