Chapter 278
Bride Behind The Mask
Zoe froze on the spot, taking a moment to process what she had just heard.
The call was from Chuck? And he was planning to rent out the entire restaurant to confess his feelings to someone?
But Zoo remembered what she had heard from Hammond; Chuck was a bachelor who had little interest in women. How could it be possible for him to make such a grond gesture?
Did that mean the person who was doing it would beâ¦
The mere thought made Zoe feel deliriously happy. As soon as the cashier hung up the phone, she quickly paid her bill and rushed back to Yuna.
âYunal Great news! Mr. Winston is going to confess his feelings for you in four days! I overheard Chuck making a call to the cashier. Mr. Winston has booked the entire restaurant for you, and theyâll be setting up the place in the next couple of days!â
Yunaâs eyes widened in surprise, âReally?â
âOf course! I heard it with my own ears, how could it be false? I knew it was a good thing when Laverne passed away! It has accelerated your progress with Mr Winston!â
Zoe and Yuna lightly embraced each other in shared excitement. But what Zoe didnât see was the manic happiness and arrogance in Yunaâs eyes, and the hair she had anxiously pulled from her scalp clutched tightly in her fist For the next three days, Marguente was kept busy at the funeral home, with Frederick accompanying her every step of the way.
After putting Marguente to bed late at night, Frederick would then go to the Bluebell Bistro to personally set up the place with Chuck, often working till the early hours of the morning Today was the last day.
Once Margueriteâs grandmother was laid to rest tomorrow, Frederick would bring her to the venue in the evening and candidly express his feelings for her Surrounded by roses and tulips, Frederick was growing increasingly nervous. He had never confessed his feelings to anyone before, and all of this was completely new to him He was afraid that Marguerite wouldnât like it, and also worried that she would think the setup was too cheesy. All of this made his heart flutter nervously.
At that moment, Chuck was adjusting the lights. With a press of a button, the entire restaurant was adorned with clusters of starlight, creating a highâclass and dazzling atmosphere.
Even Chuck was surprised to see this romantic side of Mr. Winston âMr. Winston, donât worry. Iâve looked through many stage designs and wedding ceremonies, both domestic and international, and none of them are as beautiful as this. I know Marguerite will love it.â
Frederick didnât respond to Chuckâs words, and Chuck asked, âMr. Winston, have you thought about what youâre going to say to Marguente tomorrow?â
Frederick finally looked up What was he going to say to her?
He hadnât thought about that. Between the funeral home and planning this grand gesture, he hadnât had time to think about it Frederickâs expression was slightly guilty, as if he felt he hadnât done enough for Marguerite.
Chuck caught on to this and said, âItâs normal for you not to know, after all, youâve never been in love!
But Iâve read romance novels! I know exactly how to confess to a woman!
You should say something like, Marguerite, I love you. My love for you is as constant as the transition from night to dawn, from dusk to the four seasons. Itâs everlastingâ
Fredenckâs expression became strange, and he scratched his nose awkwardly. âThat sounds a bit cheesy. She doesnât seem like the kind of woman who likes to hear those kinds of words.â
âMr. Winston, itâs your sincerity that counts. Marguerite will love it.â
Chuck was certain of this Overjoyed, he suddenly asked, âBut Mr. Winston, have you thought about how to deal with the baby sheâs carrying? Donât tell me youâre not bothered.â
Seeing Fredenckâs face slowly harden, Chuck quickly cut himself off.
7âm sorry, Mr. Winston I shouldnât have dampened your mood.â
To his surprise, Frederickâs mood was unusually good, âI donât mind. After today I will thoroughly investigate who hurt Marguerite. He must give her an explanationâ Hearing Frederickâs words, Chuck breathed a sigh of relief.
It seemed that Mr, Winston loved Marguerite more than he had let on. He had accepted everything about her, the good and the bad, and taken it all in his stride. Chuck admired Mr. Winstonâs love for Marguerite and hoped that the two of them could face the future together As they finished their final checks and prepared to leave the restaurant, Jocelyn was standing by the door, looking at them with a stein expression Frederick hadnât expected Jocelyn to find this place, He knew his mother had always dicapproved of his relationship with Marguerite, so he hadnât mentioned a word about his plans of proposing to her As Jocelyn walked into the restaurant, flicked on the lights and looked around, she didnât seem surprised it was as if she had anticipated every move Frederick had made.
But Frederick didnât give Jocelyn the chance to speak He blurted out, âMom, I know you were trying to convince Marguerite to break up with me. But now you see my decision. I know you might not be happy, but I hope youâll support me.â
Jocelyn tumed round to face him Her face was stern, radiating displeasure. âSo, knowing It would upset me, you still went ahead anyway? Couldnât you have discussed such a major decision with me?â
He had expected his motherâs reaction. Even if she chose not to support him, heâd still go ahead with his plan. But her lack of support was a blow to him. After all, she was his only family.
If you had talked to me about it, I could have given you a womanâs perspective on what you were doing right or what you were doing wrong. Look at this place, filled with flowers and crystal decorations Marguerite might find it extravagant.â
Frederick blinked in surprise. How quickly Jocelyn had changed her tone Hadnât she been upset just moments ago?
Jocelyn looked at him with a knowing, motherly gaze âIf youâre going all out for tonight, I wonder what youâll do for the wedding if you botch it, Marguerite might be disappointedâ
Frederick was still struggling to believe it âMom, does this mean you support me?â
Jocelyn laughed warmly. âI didnât support you before, but the more Iâve gotten to know Marguerite, the more I like her.â
Frederickâs chest heaved with excitement as he wrapped Jocelyn in a hug He was a grown man, but at that moment, he was as happy as a child, âMom, thank youâ
Jocelyn playfully ruffled Frederickâs hair. âBut Frederick, have you even hinted at your plan to Marguerite? If she says no, what will you do?â
Frederick released Jocelyn, his face falling again. âYeah, what if she doesnât agreeâ¦â
His reaction surprised Jocelyn.
Her parenting approach had always been to encourage Frederick. Even when he made mistakes as a child, she never shouted or hit him. Instead, she encouraged him when he did well and guided him when he faltered.
Jocelyn often told Frederick that he was a gift to the world, chosen by God.
So, even when they faced hardships, Frederick would always remind himself, âTo whom much is given, much is tested.â
I was safe to say that Jocelynâs parenting had played a significant role in shaping the man Frederick had become.
lo, she was taken aback to see her son, who was usually so resilient, falter over a joke.
Jonât worry, you are rich and handsome, who wouldnât fall for you?â
Marguerite isnât like that. But right now, I wish she were superficial. At least then Iâd know where I stand.â
acelyn smiled gently. Remembering Margueriteâs behavior in recent times, she couldnât be more certain of the girlâs feelings for Fredenck he two youngsters had always been running towards each other, just not knowing it scelyn leaned against Frederickâs shoulder, her arm draped around his back, patting him reassuringly.
âDonât worry, Marguerite will say yesâ