Chapter 253

Noon, at the Winston Group.

Marguerite had suffered from severe morning sickness on that morning, coupled with a throbbing bump on the back of her head, all of which made her feel unconfortable, so she rested until noon before heading to the office.

Not long after she had settled in, Hannah walked in with a file in her hand, her tone cheerful:

“Ms. Lockwood, I just got the exact news from the Finance Department. Fragrance Finesse’s market value has shrunk by thirty percent, and ha of the manufacturers have expressed an intention to cooperate with our company.”

Only shrunk by thirty percent?

This was not within Marguerite’s expectations; she thought it would have to shrink by half at least.

It seemed that she had underestimated the resilience of the Winston Group.

However, it didn’t matter. As long as they could put some pressure on Fragrance Finesse, the pictures would not have been sent in vain.

No sooner had Hannah left the office after her report than Frederick walked in, He didn’t knock. Marguerite looked at the man who had appeared suddenly, a little stunned. She opened her mouth, but didn’t know what to say.

Upon hearing of Yuna’s pregnancy yesterday, her heart tightened every time she saw Frederick.

But Frederick seemed unaffected. He approached, his face devoid of any excessive emotion, and simply said, “If you’re hurt, you should stay at home and rest. Why come to the office?”

Marguerite kept it professional, “It’s not a serious injury, just a bump”

“You won’t go back?”

Marguerite shook her head, I’m already here.”

The man nodded slightly, a smirk on his lips. From behind his back, he produced a thermos and placed it on Marguerite’s desk, “Since you’re not going back, you might as well take some soup.”

Marguerite was surprised.

Where on earth did this thermos come from?

And why did it seem so out of place with his sophisticated, suited and booted appearance?

Could it be from the hospital?

Marguerite, feeling disgruntled, retorted sarcastically. “I’m not having Yuna’s leftovers.”

Somehow, seeing Marguerite’s girlish reaction, Frederick felt a little amused.

In a good mood, he elegantly pulled over a swivel chair to sit opposite Marguerite. Without asking her opinion, he casually opened the thermos, revealing its contents, and pushed it towards her.

Marguerite stared at him, her resistance clear in her eyes.

Seeing this, Frederick finally explained, “I just came back from the Winston Mansion. The soup was made by my mother. You have to take some whether you like it or not.”

Frederick had been to the Winston Mansion?

And he seemed in a good mood Presumably, Jocelynis situation must have improved, otherwise how could this soup have made it from the house unscathed?

Marguente picked up the spoon and started drinking, asking, “Is Jocelyn okay?”

“Quite well”

After a few sips, Marguerite noticed that the man in front of her showed no signs of leaving He just sat there watching her making her feel uncomfortable How dare hel What kind of look was that in his eyes?

it was shining brightly. Marguente wished she could douse the light in his eyes with cold water It was so awkward.

Marguerite touched her earlobe unnaturally, and finally asked, “What are you doing here watching me all the time? Yuna is pregnant, you should spend more time with her”

Frederick raised an eyebrow, “Marguerite, when did you become so sarcastic?

Marguerite paused, realizing that this maris eyes were sometimes really sharp, guessing what she was thinking At the same time, she often found him to be quite slow auous moods, but never noticed the adoration in her eyes when she looked at tum.

to reject her she wont come here and cause trouble for me “She’s being discharged from the hospital tomorrow and will go out of town with her family for a few days before coming back.”

“Oh, so you took this raportunity ic come here?”

Took this opportunity?

Frederick found this phrase strange. He tried to guess Marguerite’s thoughts, but didn’t say anything.

At this moment, Marguerite murmured to herself, why do I have this feeling of having an affair..”