Marguente stirred her coffee absentmindedly, her cheeks pulled in thought


    Her? Did it matter if she liked it or not?


    She and Yuna were on different wavelengths, her advice would have no relevance to Frederick.


    So, it shouldn’t hurt to say it.


    Marquente swallowed her coffee, slowly saying, “I don’t like public surprises, they’re awkward and embarrassing Everyone staring at me gives me goosebumps


    For me, the happiest surprise is between just two people. As long as he can make me feel loved, that’s enough. Oh, and flowers. I love flowers.”


    <b>As </b>soon as the words left her mouth, Marguerite realized she might have overstepped


    All he asked was if she liked it, and she not only answered but provided a detailed n


    <b>That </b>was presumptuous, Frederick wasn’t proposing to her


    Flushing, Marguente quickly focused on her lood to hide her embarrassment, unaware of the man beside her revealing a triumphant smirk. She was easy to please<b>, </b>he had intended to make a grand gesture, but she had no such expectations.


    He was the CEO of a perfumepany, what kind of flowers couldn’t he <b>get</b>?


    After their meal, they went their separate ways


    Marguente was driven to the funeral home, while Frederick headed to his office.


    In the Cullinan.


    Chuck sat in the passenger seat, mulling over the moming’s events.


    Mr. Winston making breakfast and discussing confessions, was he going to…


    Gossip was Chuck’s forte, and his round face lit up with a grin, “Mr. Winston, are you… nning to confess your feelings to Marguerite?” Frederick on the leather seat crossed his legs, ncing at Chuck.


    He hadn’t intended to let Chuck in on the n, but he needed Chuck to assist with the event. There was no need to hide it.


    So, Frederick turned his face, nodding. “Yes”


    He admitted it? Mr Winston admitted it?!


    This was exciting news; he wished he could share it with Mr. Fitzgerald right away!


    He and Robert had put in a lot of effort to bring Mr. Winston and Marguerite together.


    Now that Mr. Winston was finally making a move, he was more eager than the man himself.


    However, Frederick saw through Chuck’s thoughts, warning him, “Don’t tell anyone.”


    Chuck nodded rapidly, miming a zip over his lips, finally giving an “ok” sign, looking ratherical.


    Frederick looked out the window, pleased, and after a moment of silence, asked, “When would be a good time for me to do it?”


    Chuck thought for a moment, suggesting. “Mr Winston, perhaps after the olddy’s funeral?”


    Frederick locked at him, “After the funeral? That’s inappropriate.”


    Chuck exined, “The funeral would mean a final goodbye for Marguerite. She would be vulnerable and needpany. If you tell her your feelings then, it would


    Moreover, it would bring some joy after thedy’s departure.”


    Frederick nodded, seeming to take Chuck’s words into consideration.


    “What time is it now?”


    Chuck checked quickly, responding with respect, “Almost half past seven


    “Half past seven. Frederick mused, “The flower market should be open”


    “Mr. Winston, are you suggesting we <b>prepare </b>now?”


    “Yes.


    “But Mr. Winston, you have an international conference at half past eight”


    “Let Robert handle it.”


    “Understood


    Upon receiving the order, the Cullinan swiftly changednes, made a sharp turn at the intersection, and sped towards Stonebridge City s top flower market with <b>Frederick</b>.