NovelTrueChapter 734
Marguerite's cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson that spread like wildfire to her ears, painting her face with
embarrassment.
She sneaked a glance at Sandra, then frenziedly made eye contact with the man across from her.
To her surprise, the man's gaze was calm and composed, his eyes deep and unfathomable, hiding a smile that
seemed as endless as a bottomless lake.
Marguerite was tongue-tied, her words jumbled and incomplete:
"This... this is a misunderstanding..."
"A misunderstanding? Margie, darling, you've even packed these little pills in a fancy box. Looks like you came
well-prepared!"
Sandra winked at Marguerite.
Feeling deflated, Marguerite fiddled with her plate of plain rice, wishing she could just bury her head under the
table.
lan, however, was utterly confused and turned to Sandra:
"My lady? Aphrodisiacs? What are those?"
Sandra chuckled thoughtfully before glancing at Marguerite:
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"I'd rather not explain. It's something... to help with having babies!"
"Having babies?" lan laughed as well, but his laughter was directed at Frederick, "Frederick, man, needing pills to
have kids? That's not good!"
Marguerite couldn't hold back any longer and burst out laughing, rice spitting from her mouth.
This was a disaster!
There were many things one could say, but questioning a man's virility was off- limits!
Frederick must be furious, right?
Marguerite instinctively looked at Frederick, only to find him suppressing a smile, seemingly in good spirits as he
lit a cigar and took a puff.
With his other hand, he gently rubbed Marguerite's back and asked in a low voice:
"Is this the reason you crossed the ocean to find me?"
Marguerite's face turned from pale to flush, shy like a bud yet to bloom.
"Not at all! | have something very important to discuss with you."
"Oh? I'm all ears."
Marguerite blinked, wanting to discuss Hayes and Teresa's situation.
But the current atmosphere was too strange, clearly not the right tfor such discussions.
She hurriedly drank stea to clear her throat before speaking, "I'll tell you when we get back."
Frederick took another drag of his cigar, elegantly releasing a cloud of smoke, not intending to embarrass her
further. Instead, he began to divert the attention away from her.
"Let's not make her uncomfortable. This lady blushes at the slightest thing, one might think we're bullying a
child."
His calling her "a child" made Marguerite's heart soar.
Isn't it every woman's desire to be treated like a child by their loved one?
It felt like a special kind of pampering and affection.
Sandra didn't press the issue further but pushed the pill box towards Marguerite with a meaningful look.
Marguerite hurriedly pocketed it, feeling guilty as a thief.
Soon, a servant brought two bottles of fine wine, filling glasses for the four of them.
Marguerite, still flushed with embarrassment, drank the wine as if it were water to hide her awkwardness.
lan and Frederick toasted, after which lan suggested:
"It was wise of you to abandon this collaboration. But since you're here, why not stay a bit longer?"
Frederick smiled politely in refusal, "I was planning to return htomorrow. How much longer do you want me
to stay?"
By now, Marguerite was slightly tipsy, her courage bolstered by the alcohol.
Hearing Frederick's voice, she blurted out without thinking:
"Leave sooner the better! All this fighting and violence, it's not safe here!"
Frederick resignedly pulled her close, and Marguerite leaned on his shoulder, her breath heavy with the scent of
wine.
He gently patted her back, whispering soothingly in her ear:
"Behave, no fuss."
The couple exchanged looks, fed a mouthful of sweetness in the midst of their exchange.
lan rubbed his temples, smiling, "Tomorrow is my wife's birthday party. Why not stay for that before you leave?"
Frederick was inclined to decline again, but hearing it was Sandra's birthday, it seemed improper to leave at
such a time, so he agreed to stay.
As the night went on, Marguerite was thoroughly intoxicated.
Frederick carried her back to their room, intending to sober her up with sremedy, but she was beyond
control.
Clutching at his neck, her nose nuzzled against his neck in a restless manner.
The golden light cast a warm glow on her face, creating an intimate atmosphere.
Frederick, feeling a surge of heat, couldn't help but press down, trapping her beneath him.
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