Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 68

Marguerite didn’t see it coming, not at all when Frederick suddenly went all caveman on her.

No matter how much she squirmed, he wouldn’t let go, holding on to her like a lifeline.

“Frederick, let me go!” she demanded.

She pounded on his chest, but her feeble strength tickled him.

“Cut it out. If you keep struggling, there will be hell to pay!”

With that, Frederick had already dragged her to the parking lot. He opened the car door and tossed her in the back seat. He then coldly ordered the driver, “Home.”

Seeing Frederick’s domineering attitude, the driver got the jitters.

He swallowed hard, stepped on the gas, and drove home without looking at the duo in the back seat.

Frederick held Marguerite in his arms, the embrace far from tender. His grip was so tight it was causing her pain.

in Frederick’s grasp, so she lay helplessly in his arms, her tears betraying

his chest wet, Frederick realized the woman

all over the place, one minute angry, the next

felt her pain and gradually loosened

but Marguerite didn’t move.

was all mixed

to comfort her and gently wiped

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carried Marguerite out of the car. Amid the surprised glances of everyone, he

his foot, put down Marguerite, and immediately locked

rushed at the lock. “Let me

a frown, blocked her. “We

my doing. I’ve never hurt her! It was she who copied my work! I had to fight tooth and nail to clear my name. Was it too much to ask for an apology? I know you can’t stand me, always thinking I have an ulterior motive. But think about it, have I ever used my status as your wife to gain anything? Have I ever spent

spilled out all at once, her

Frederick was at a loss

felt for Marguerite, and

some reason, he gently cupped Marguerite’s neck, his lips

drew him in, and he once again held her slim waist