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?

Marguerite’s eyes were sincere, her tone urgent. “That

face slightly changed, his grip on her

force made Marguerite tense. She knew she had said too much, but she had to

in silence. Marguerite bit her

I beg you…

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

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

the same way with

the sudden rise in body temperature made

Marguerite, his gaze carrying

“You have one minute.”

and lit up a

looked at Marguerite, she was

the pillows and the covers,

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

and bright,

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

his cigar, he suddenly got up and walked into the room, his tall figure surrounding the frail Marguerite. “Your minute

very charming, but faced with his command to leave, all

find her necklace in Frederick’s room. So where was

could it

and as she was preparing to leave the room, she suddenly turned back and

for here,” Frederick coldly