Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 26

That face was pure as a summer’s day, her big doe eyes, innocent yet captivating. Her fair cheeks, which had been slapped by Yuna, bore a natural blush, and her bright lips were tempting.

Frederick took a step forward, suddenly enveloping Marguerite from behind, hugging her tightly. His heart ached as he sighed, “I’m sorry I didn’t find you sooner, you’ve suffered.”

Marguerite’s eyelashes trembled slightly as she was filled with shock, her body trembling.

Looking for her?

Marguerite looked at her reflection in the mirror. The face she revealed when she took off her mask was identical to Yuna’s.

So, Frederick had mistaken her for Yuna?

Quickly, Marguerite shoved the mask into her vanity, fearing he would discover it.

He held her tight, as if trying to mold her into his body.

Marguerite felt aching all over and, in a voice imitating Yuna’s, she complained, “Freddie, can you let go of me first? It hurts.”

Her weak demeanor reflected in the mirror, her coquettish and aggrieved voice melted his heart, and he got lost in the feeling.

Frederick

couldn’t resist holding her shoulders, gently turning her–around,

kiss wasn’t

a loss,

excited.” He laughed at himself, his voice gentle, as if afraid to

silent, only staring at him

faint scent of her perfume wafted in the air, calming Frederick’s emotions

hadn’t mistaken the person. He had been too suspicious

painful experience over the years, Frederick only blamed

I’ll find your grandma as soon as possible, so you

Marguerite was shocked again.

Stonebridge Memorial Hospital, the Lockwood family had been there several times.

Yuna must have lied to Frederick

woman was indeed good at

so cautious, how could he be easily fooled by Yuna’s

at him, his handsome face filled with

a moment, an odd emotion stirred in Marguerite’s

herself, then gratefully said, “Okay, thank

everyone knew where grandma was, Marguerite didn’t stop

grandma, he would protect her. This way, the Lockwood family wouldn’t threaten her

anymore.

something I

thumb gently

to explain my relationship with Marguerite to