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?

tone urgent. “That necklace

grip on her wrist

Marguerite tense. She knew she had said too much, but she had to find that necklace. She had no choice

just stared at her in silence. Marguerite bit

I beg you…

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

previous night. In the dark, Yuna had also pleaded with him in such

he feel the same

the sudden rise in body temperature made him realize something was off with his

was annoyed and released Marguerite, his gaze carrying a hint of

“You have one minute.”

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

at Marguerite,

the pillows and the covers, but

of anxiety, was covered with freckles. Her eyebrows were a mess, her nose wide and thick, and she had pimples and

eyes were round and bright, as if

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

his tall figure surrounding the frail Marguerite.

but faced with his command to leave, all Marguerite could feel

her necklace in Frederick’s

it

was preparing to leave the room, she suddenly turned back and said, “Sir, if you find my necklace, please return it to me.

here,” Frederick