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.

at the doorway. His

“Mr. Winston, Ms. Yuna is here.”

Yuna was here?

a cheetah’s. “Fine, have her

she won’t come in unless you forgive her. She’s been standing there for a while. I saw her when I

blatantly using her

she really think he’d feel sorry

avenged Marguerite. Plus, he was curious about why the

he was curious to see how she would

room. He grabbed a large black umbrella and went outside.

Despite her small transparent umbrella, her white

her, instead, he said sternly,

man before her, she was more aggrieved than ever. “Freddie, I can explain. It’s not what

face darkened. “So, do you admit that

had reasons

on the ground. She hugged Frederick’s legs tightly and sobbed uncontrollably, “Listen to me! Will you listen to me?”

begged him, the angrier Frederick became.

the bullying Marguerite endured, he wanted to give the perpetrators a taste of their own medicine, paying them back

never hitting a woman, so he had to swallow his