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 nced 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 filtry”


    As they were talking. Frederick emerged from the kitchen with thest dish and ced it on the table.


    His gazended on the two women who were whispering Sadie straightened up immediately, falling


    silent and taking her ce in line with the other household staff.


    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 te.


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    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 nced 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


    vour 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 preupied 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 mncholy 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 nning a surprise


    for Yuna


    Frederick failed to notice theplexity of Marguerite’s emotions. He looked at her, his eyes serious


    and eamest. “What about you? Do you like it?”