Bride Behind The Mask

Chapter 71

Marguerite felt a bit awkward, “Actually, you guys don’t need to fuss over me. I’m not picky about what I eat, I’m just a bit bored.”

“Do you really think so highly of yourself, believing that everyone should center on you?”

Frederick suddenly passed by her, a servant immediately pulled out a chair for him and he sat down as gracefully as a prince.

He lazily wiped his fingers with a hot towel, not even glancing at her, “Eating bread and milk gets boring after a while, one has to change it up once in a while.”

Marguerite felt super embarrassed, mentally berating herself for overthinking. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

She made a complete fool of herself.

Marguerite stiffly sat down and silently started eating.

Fortunately, the dishes today suited her taste perfectly, the healing power of good food quickly made her forget her embarrassment.

Breakfast only lasted half an hour, after they finished, Frederick told Marguerite to go change into appropriate clothes.

Marguerite had a strong sense of time and she didn’t want to keep him waiting. So she quickly changed her clothes and ran downstairs to find him.

By then, he was already dressed up, leaning against a Rolls–Royce Cullinan waiting for her.

Marguerite was slightly startled, feeling that the man looked particularly handsome today.

He was not wearing a suit, his white silk shirt was a bit loose, but not sloppy.

The shirt was tucked into light blue jeans, his relaxed style was like a charming male lead who just walked out of a TV series.

Marguerite was used to seeing him in formal attire, his outfit today was indeed a pleasant surprise.

She had to admit that this man had a really good figure, and he could pull off any style.

Marguerite jogged over, reaching for the back seat handle only to realize the car door was locked, she turned to him: “Don’t we have things to do? Let’s go.” Frederick looked her up and down, not hiding his displeasure: “I told you to change into something appropriate, why did you come out like this?”

Marguerite frowned.

Was it Inappropriate?

She thought it was pretty appropriate.

She specifically wore a grey Nike tracksuit, even though it was on sale, it still cost her twenty bucks.

Black sneakers were versatile, though the soles were a bit unglued.

But it was the only pair she had.

Marguerite subtly hid the foot with the unglued shoe, looking a bit uneasy “Isn’t what I’m wearing proper enough, as long as I can go out it’s fine, right?” Seeing her outfit, a hint of determination to transform her flashed in his eyes.

A smile appeared on his lips: “Alright, get in. Sit in the front. If you sit in the back, that’s like treating me as your driver, then you’re screwed.”

With that, he unlocked and got in the car.

Marguerite innocently pouted, silently following him into the car.

Frederick drove straight to the parking lot of Grandeur Square Mall, only when Marguerite got out did she realize he brought her to a mall.

And not just any mall, but a high–end, ultra–luxurious international mall.

In her past twenty–two years, she rarely went to supermarkets, let alone such grand places.

Marguerite felt uneasy, she felt out of place, even the socialites around were pointing at her, their strange gazes made her feel more uncomfortable. Frederick noticed Marguerite’s unease and intentionally slowed down his pace to let her catch up. Then, he gently put his arm around her shoulder.

His move was both natural and unobtrusive, Marguerite leaned on his shoulder as if she’d found her savior.

He gave her a sense of security, and in that moment, Marguerite gradually felt that this man had become reliable.

Frederick directly took her to the largest luxury clothing store in Grandeur Square Mall.

The store manager, Alison, upon seeing Frederick, immediately came over to serve them personally, leading them enthusiastically to the VIP area on the second floor. However, they didn’t notice that at the same moment, Yuna also walked in.