Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 42

The storm raged on all night, and even as the dawn broke and the sky started to lighten up, the rain showed no sign of stopping.

Frederick was jolted awake by the thunder, only to find Marguerite still nestled in his arms, sleeping soundly.

Marguerite’s brow was relaxed.

A wave of tenderness washed over Frederick.

Marguerite might not be a beauty, but her eyes held a gentle yet unwavering strength, matching her resilient character.

Her strong sense of self-worth radiated from her very bones. She didn’t seem like someone who could harbor any ill will.

At that moment, his heart was pounding chaotically like a glass window battered by the relentless rain.

Suddenly, there was a soft knock on the door, followed by Sadie’s voice. “Mr. Winston, are you awake? I have something important to report.”

Frederick glanced at the woman in his arms, who was still deep in slumber.

Not wanting to disturb her, he carefully withdrew his arm from around her neck. He got out of bed, put on a black robe, and left the room.

up?” he asked, standing at the doorway. His tall figure was imposing.

Winston, Ms.

Yuna was here?

eyes narrowed, his expression as predatory as a cheetah’s. “Fine, have her come in and apologize to Marguerite.”

Winston, Ms. Yuna is standing outside. She said she won’t come in unless you forgive her. She’s been standing there for a while. I saw her

him. She was blatantly using her femininity to manipulate him. So dramatic!

feel

avenged Marguerite. Plus, he was curious about why the Lockwood

to see how she would

to the living room. He

rain was a pitiful sight. Despite her small transparent umbrella, her white dress was completely soaked.

for her, instead, he said sternly, “You need to apologize

turning blue from the bite. Seeing the handsome man before her, she was more aggrieved than ever. “Freddie, I can

“So, do you

I had reasons

Frederick’s legs tightly and

begged him, the angrier Frederick

Marguerite endured, he wanted to give the perpetrators a taste of

adamant about never hitting a woman, so he had to