Chapter 323


    Marguerite’s mind went nk, and she found herself involuntanly moving forward, taking a seat in the


    passenger side of the car


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    “Where to?”


    Marguente was dazed, but before she could respond, her stomach grumbled loudly


    Frederick was silent for a while, then started the engine and without expression, uttered two words,


    “Dinner then


    The joumey was quiet, the narrow space filled with a peaceful silence. She could hear his steady


    breathing and the familiar scent that clung to him


    Back when they were at LuxeScents International, he often smelled of various perfumes due to his


    work. But despite his change in upation and absence of perfume, Marquerte could still detect a


    distinct scent that was uniquely his


    Has he been well these past few years? Has his sense of smell recovered? Marquente had so many


    questions, but none she could voice out.


    Their destination was Bluebell Bistro, the ce where Frederick had nned to confess his feelings for


    Marguente And he had specifically chosen a table on the


    terrace.


    Marguente, of course, was not aware of this


    Although the confession n was three years ago, as Frederick looked around, the tumultuous


    emotions from that day resurfaced


    Regret, pain, and hatred, effectively piercing his heart.


    The chilly wind howled, and the waiter kindly closed the window


    After Frederick ordered a few appetizers, the awkward silence descended once again.


    In Marguente’s mind, a reunion with Frederick was supposed to be tense and confrontational


    Who would have thought that they could sit together peacefully?


    Marguente was a bundle of nerves and tried to make conversation. “Bluebell Bistro closed down for


    three years I didn’t expect it to reopen today”


    Frederick’s eyes locked onto Marguerite’s, a spark in his gaze, “Three years ago, a man booked the


    entire restaurant for a love confession, but the n was canceled due to the betrayal of his lover.


    Hence, the man bought the restaurant and closed it down for years”


    The word “betrayal‘ sent chills down Marguerite’s spine


    His tone was indifferent, as if he was talking about someone else’s story, but in reality, he was


    insinuating his own.


    Marguerite was taken aback, but she was unaware of the backstory “If he had been betrayed, just


    avoid this ce. Why buy it and close it down?”


    A sarcastic smile tugged at theer of his lips. “Perhaps, it was to remind himself of his foolish past”


    “Foolish?”


    Frederick retorted, “Isn’t it foolish?”


    Foolish enough to be trapped in a calcted marriage, yet constantly pondering on how to confess his


    feelings


    For a moment, Marguente was at a loss for words. There was something odd about his expression.


    She could see the hatred in his eyes, but also pain and loss.


    She understood the hatred and pain, but where did the losse from?


    As Marguerite was sorting out her thoughts, Frederick’s question threw her into a whirlwind of


    emotions. He asked her, “Marquente, did you ever love me?”


    Marguente was taken aback, and then a wave of emotion swept over her


    From the day she rushed to the airport and locked eyes with him amidst a sea of people, she had


    chosen to confront her feelings. This wasn’t a question the needed to ponder over. Regardless of what


    he might think, she looked at him sincerely and said, “I do”


    What Marguerite said was “I do“, not “I did. Her feelings for Frederick were always in the present tense


    “Do you love Maurice? This question was unexpected and left Marguente perplexed


    Before she could deny it, more questions from him flooded in


    “Have you two slept together? How many times? And is everything you have now a result of selling


    your body?”