Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 213

Marguerite couldn't fathom why Frederick insisted on accompanying her, given how busy he was. From the moment he sat down, he was caught up in a flurry of phone calls, discussing work matters.

Marguerite ordered a fondue, and quickly sketched out a few dishes on the menu.

By the time Frederick hung up the phone, Marguerite was already happily digging in.

Just then, the fondue was bubbling away, the aroma of cheese was tickling her nose. Marguerite picked up a piece of jalapeño, and was about to eat it when Frederick's fork swooped in. "Who said you could eat spicy food?"

Marguerite blinked, "I know you can't eat spicy food, that's why I ordered other stuff. You can have the bread stick and sausage"

As Marguerite spoke, she tried to continue but found Frederick's grip was too strong.

Marguerite was puzzled, "What are you doing?"

Frederick stared at her without saying a word, gestured for the waiter, and astonishingly, he took the plate of jalapeño.

"When you're pregnant you need to be careful with what you eat, you can't keep making trips to the hospital."

So, he was showing concern for her?

Marguerite's heart pounded erratically, she quickly avoided his gaze, her eyes filled with mixed emotions.

She hadn't seen Frederick in many days, and she'd grown accustomed to the quiet days without his presence.

But she couldn't understand why his sudden appearances could turn her calm lake into a tumultuous ocean.

Even though Marguerite didn't want to admit it, the chaos in her heart was uncontrollable.

Marguerite suppressed her turbulent emotions and tried to annoy him, "The baby I'm carrying isn't yours, why do you care so much?"

Frederick was about to explode upon hearing this but recalling Marguerite's expression when she was caring for her mother, he held back.

The atmosphere became tense again. Marguerite obediently had bread stick, eating without saying anything

She took a sip of her drink in frustration and suddenly asked, "Have you signed the divorce agreement?"

"Not yet."

Marguerite gave a wry smile, a joke slipping out, "Is it because I'm getting too much of your property?"