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

go, but his hands couldn’t resist holding her shoulders, gently turning her–around, his loving kiss landed unexpectedly on

knew the kiss wasn’t meant for her, her heart was still

a loss,

gentle, as if afraid to scare this woman,

silent, only

in the air, calming Frederick’s emotions just like that

he hadn’t mistaken the person. He had been

her painful experience over the years, Frederick only blamed himself

soon

Marguerite was shocked again.

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

have lied to Frederick about her

woman was indeed

was so cautious, how could

at him, his handsome face filled with deep love. It seemed he had completely

a moment, an odd

then gratefully said, “Okay, thank

grandma was, Marguerite didn’t stop

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

anymore.

I should

slightly rough thumb gently stroked her

to explain my relationship with Marguerite to you. Don’t