“Oh, okay.” Marguerite slurred out through heavy eyelids, nearly falling asleep.
What on earth did she agree to?
Marguerite tried to fight the fatigue, attempting to recall what Frederick just said, and then her eyes widened in surprise.
Frederick was taking her to his father’s birthday party?
This was the first time she’d heard anything about his family from him, and she couldn’t help but be a bit taken aback.
Shifting slightly on the bed, she attempted to put some distance between them. “We’re nearly divorced. Is it really appropriate for me to meet your family now?”
Frederick casually draped his arm over her waist. “I just need you there to ward off other women. Don’t overthink it.”
“You could take Yuna.”
At the mention of Yuna, Frederick’s brows furrowed even more.
There was no way he was taking Yuna. Sure, she was better–looking than Marguerite, but she was just so obnoxious.
He didn’t expect Marguerite to be so opposed to the idea.
When she instinctively brought up Yuna’s name, Frederick’s heart sank a little.
“Marguerite, it’s none of your business.”
After a bit of bickering, Marguerite finally heard a warning in Frederick’s tone, and it put a damper on her mood.
She propped her cheek on her hand, indecisively saying, “But… but…”
She stuttered for a while but couldn’t articulate a clear reason.
Marguerite herself didn’t understand why she was so opposed to meeting his parents.
Frederick wanted to use her to ward off other women; his parents probably didn’t even know she existed.
So under these circumstances, they definitely wouldn’t like her.
The thought made Marguerite feel a bit downcast; she turned her head slightly, hoping to explain her concerns to Frederick.
But she found that he had already closed his eyes and was unresponsive.
Regardless of whether he was actually asleep or just pretending, Marguerite tried calling out to him, but Frederick didn’t respond.
Marguerite turned her head away in resignation, feeling a sense of defeat.
Her sleepiness had disappeared entirely due to Frederick’s sudden invitation.
The next morning, Marguerite was jolted awake by the sound of a metal saw.
After blinking her blurry eyes open, she saw sparks flying from the doorknob.
Frederick stood five meters away from the door, arms crossed, completely expressionless.
Marguerite asked in surprise. “What are you doing?”
Without looking at her, Frederick replied. “Fixing the door.”
Right, the doorknob had broken last night, which was why she ended up sharing a bed with Frederick.
The sound of the saw grew louder and louder, making it impossible for Marguerite to go back to sleep. She decided to get up and freshen up. By the time she came out, Frederick had already left.
But she still felt incredibly confused, and there was a tightness in her chest, like something was stuck there.
She went back to the bathroom and stood by the sink, trying to cough something up.
But apart from saliva, nothing came out, and instead, tears started to fall..
Marguerite decided to give up. After getting dressed, she trudged downstairs.
Breakfast was as sumptuous as always, but Marguerite had no appetite. She drank a few sips of milk and then went off to work with Frederick.
Polar Radiance perfume was starting ma*s production this morning, and if all went well, it would hit the market next week.
Marguerite and Frederick spent the entire morning in the meeting room. The clash of ideas from different departments left Marguerite feeling somewhat drained.
Finally, when the meeting ended, Marguerite returned to the CEO’s office, only to find Laverne standing in front of her desk.
She was looking at the photo frame on Marguerite’s desk. When she saw Marguerite and Frederick walk in, followed by Chuck, she instinctively turned the photo frame face down on the desk, as if she were trying to hide something.