Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 72

On the second floor in the VIP area, there were no displayed products. It looked more like a fashion exhibition space.

A mini runway cut through the middle, with vibrant flowers arranged on either side.

A pricey Fendi Cloud Sofa sat at the very front of the runway. After inviting the pair to take a seat, Alison brought over a tray with desserts and water, respectfully squatting down next to Marguerite.

“Sir, ma’am, here are the mineral water and snacks prepared for you. Please wait a moment, and I’ll go fetch the clothing catalogue.”

Marguerite was stunned.

This… was mineral water?

The bottle was wide at the bottom and narrow at the top, studded with diamonds all over. It was decorated with a pair of wings in the center, and even the cap was topped with

a crown.

Marguerite had a salty breakfast, and her throat was dry after following Frederick around.

She was indeed thirsty, but the mineral water in front of her was clearly an extravagance most people couldn’t afford.

As someone not well–off, Marguerite instinctively felt repulsed by things she couldn’t afford.

She swallowed hard, then turned to Frederick, kindly reminding him, “This place seems to sell women’s clothes.”

“I know.”

“You know?” A look of surprise crossed Marguerite’s face, “You… you’re into cross–dressing?”

Frederick’s eyebrows knitted slightly, and the corner of his mouth twitching. He suddenly felt like laughing.

This woman’s way of thinking was truly unique.

He picked up the mineral water, slowly unscrewing the cap, “When have you ever seen me in women’s clothes?”

“Then you…” Marguerite was even more confused.

He brought her to the mall, wasn’t that to have her accompany him to buy clothes?

If it wasn’t for himself, was it for Yuna?

Did he want her opinion?

Thinking of this, Marguerite felt a bit annoyed, then the man’s words shocked her even more, “It’s for you to wear.”

“Me to wear?”

This answer surprised her, it was simply unbelievable.

Would Frederick be so kind to buy clothes for her?

Wait, would he be paying for the clothes or would she?

She can’t afford the clothes here.

Either way, it made Marguerite feel uneasy. However, the man was already handing her the opened bottle of mineral water.

Marguerite hesitated, not taking it.

Frederick saw through her thoughts, saying, “It’s free, no charge.”

Upon hearing this, Marguerite breathed a sigh of relief. She took the bottle and took two big gulps, almost choking.

She sipped the water while blinking her eyes, as if trying to savor it.

There was nothing special about the water.

The micro–expressions on Marguerite’s face were very lively, which Frederick found interesting. “What does it taste like?”

Marguerite answered him seriously, “It tastes like money.”

Frederick almost laughed out loud.

Honestly, this woman did have the ability to make him happy. Being with her, he could inexplicably relax his tense nerves. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Even if they did nothing but sat face to face in the office, his mood could remain calm.

So keeping this woman by his side wouldn’t be bad.

At this point, Alison had come forward with a clothing catalogue, once again politely squatting down next to Marguerite’s foot to open it.

“Madam, these are our store’s latest seasonal fashions, limited in quantity. The designs are not too flashy, and they are more for everyday wear. See anything you like?”

As Alison flipped through page by page, Marguerite was dazzled.

To say she didn’t like them would be a lie, but the clothing on the catalogue looked very expensive, she didn’t have the money, how could she say she liked them? “Madam, if you see a style you like, just let me know, and I’ll have the staff bring it up for you.”

Marguerite squirmed uncomfortably, trying hard to find a reason to refuse. “Um… I feel these clothes don’t suit me.”

Alison immediately flipped a few pages further, “What about these designs? These are very suitable for you. You’re quite slender, and your collarbone is beautiful. This dress would highlight your collarbone very well, and it goes great with your pearl necklace.”

Marguerite felt very embarrassed and clenched her fingers angrily wondering how she hadn’t had the courage to say no. Wouldn’t it have been better to just say that she didn’t have the money and couldn’t afford it?

But her pride made it hard for her to speak up.

Frederick on the side simply took the catalogue, pointed at the dress Alison introduced and calmly said, “Bring this for her to try.”

Marguerite’s eyes widened. What was this man doing?

Try what? She didn’t want to try.

If she tried she wouldn’t feel right not buying.

Then the man confidently pointed to a few other clothes, “This one, this one, and all the clothes on the next few pages, bring them all for her to try.”