Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

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?

sincere, her tone urgent. “That necklace means a lot to

slightly changed, his grip on

had said too much, but she had to find that

stared at her in silence. Marguerite bit her lip and

I beg you…

was touched by Marguerite’s soft voice, like a beautiful melody resonating

recalled their one–night stand from the previous night. In the dark, Yuna had also pleaded with him

feel the same way

in body temperature made him realize something was off

released Marguerite, his gaze carrying a

“You have one minute.”

to the balcony, and lit up a cigar, taking a few

he sneakily looked at Marguerite, she

pillows and

freckles. Her eyebrows were a mess, her nose wide and thick, and she had pimples and

her eyes were round and bright, as if they were finely

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

and walked into the room, his tall figure surrounding the frail Marguerite. “Your minute is up. Get

man holding the cigar was very charming, but faced with his command to leave, all Marguerite

Frederick’s room. So

it

suddenly turned back and said, “Sir, if you find

looking for here,” Frederick coldly