Chapter 8

Marguerite’s eyes were wide and bright, filled with panic. “It’s just… just a piece of jewelry I’ve worn since I was a kid.” Frederick looked at the woman beneath him, obviously terrified. His anger was somehow mysteriously fading away.

Why?

He hated being used by women the most, and Marguerite coming to his bed in the middle of the night clearly had an ulterior motive.

But he just couldn’t unleash all his anger towards her, It was like this in the afternoon, and it’s the same now.

Frederick felt helpless and could only sternly warn her, “Don’t take me for a fool. If you step out of line again, I’ll make you wish you were dead.”

The man was intimidating. His hawk–like eyes alone were enough to make her tremble uncontrollably.

Frederick looked at her, his gaze suddenly turning cold and stern. “Do you understand?”

“…Yeah.”

Marguerite was felling uneasy under his gaze. Frederick noticed this and wanted to let her go..

But just as he was about to let go of her, her faint voice came pleading, “Since you’re awake, can you…

let me search a little longer? Frederick was speechless.

Did he not make himself clear, or was this woman just too cheeky?

But Marguerite’s eyes were sincere, her tone urgent. “That necklace means a lot to me.”

Frederick’s face slightly changed, his grip on her wrist suddenly tightened.

The sudden force made Marguerite tense. She knew she had said too much, but she had to find that necklace. She had no choice but to negotiate with Frederick.

He just stared at her in silence. Marguerite bit her lip and pleaded weakly, “I beg you.”

I beg you…

Frederick’s heart was touched by Marguerite’s soft voice, like a beautiful melody resonating in his heart.

Unexpectedly, he recalled their one–night stand from the previous night. In the dark, Yuna had also pleaded with him in such a tone.

How could he feel the same way with Marguerite?

And the sudden rise in body temperature made him realize something was off with his body.

Frederick was annoyed and released Marguerite, his gaze carrying a hint of unease.

“You have one minute.”

He left her side, walked to the balcony, and lit up a cigar, taking a few puffs moodily.

When he sneakily looked at Marguerite, she was already searching frantically.

She flipped the pillows and the covers, but found nothing.

Her face, full of anxiety, was covered with freckles. Her eyebrows were a mess, her nose wide and thick, and she had pimples and acne scars. She was too ugly to look at.

But her eyes were round and bright, as if they were finely carved, mesmerizing.

Frederick suddenly realized, with her bright eyes, this woman didn’t seem so unattractive.

As Frederick smoked his cigar, he suddenly got up and walked into the room, his tall figure surrounding the frail Marguerite. “Your minute is up. Get out now.”

The man holding the cigar was very charming, but faced with his command to leave, all Marguerite could feel was disappointment.

Marguerite didn’t find her necklace in Frederick’s room. So where was the necklace?

How could it suddenly disappear?

Marguerite said “sorry“, and as she was preparing to leave the room, she suddenly turned back and said, “Sir, if you find my necklace, please return it to me. This necklace is…”

“There’s nothing you’re looking for here,” Frederick coldly cut her off. “Get out.”

The man’s patience had worn thin, and his anger began to show.

Seeing this, Marguerite could only leave silently.

Frederick continued smoking his cigar. After taking a puff, he felt his heart in a mess, so he put out the cigar and walked into the bathroom.

He did not expect Marguerite to make him lose control, his body reacting, needing a shower to calm his physical desires.

The next morning.

Marguerite rushed downstairs after waking up. As she passed the dining room, she saw the chef preparing a lavish breakfast. The housekeeper invited her to eat before leaving, but Marguerite seemed at a loss.

She had never seen such luxurious food in her life, with the food artistically arranged, looking very extravagant.

She was a simple, ordinary person who didn’t fit in this environment, completely out of place in the elegant and luxurious surroundings.

To Frederick, this was just a normal breakfast, but for Marguerite, this was a lavish meal she might not get to eat even once in her lifetime.

Marguerite was deeply shocked by this situation. Even though she was very hungry, she still politely refused, “Thank you for your kindness, I’m not hungry. I have things to do, so I’ll be going now.

Goodbye.”

As Marguerite was leaving, Frederick happened to come down the European spiral staircase.

“Marguerite.”

He stopped, leaning lazily on the railing, his cold gaze falling on Marguerite as he called her to a halt.