Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 108

Chapter 188

Laverne’s serious expression vanished the moment she heard Frederick’s retort. After swiftly fricking her son, dead genes with a man of her hand and chuckled. “How could an old gal like me remember so dearly? Yura says ‘ve been a bit daft since I got better, so how could remember sometinga wak she said this, a mischievous twinkle flashed in her eyes

Then, as if she had made a decision, she got up and fetched the glass of water Yuna had given her, placing it next to Fresera

The corner of the man’s mouth twitched in displeasure. “Yuria called you daft?”

“Yep!” Laverne exaggeratedly nodded, glancing at the glass of water. “You’ve been vaccing too much, so have one weer?

Frederick’s anger hadn’t subsided. He couldn’t believe Yuna had the audacity to call her grandmote Chemter gednoter’s comery countering tak her kindness, it seemed he had to reconsider his promise to marry her.

feeling irritated, and Laverne took this opportunity to slip a tube of scar–healing creams into his hand from her sode. Soortent gu clothes are all ragged, and dress season is just around the corner. I don’t wanna see her covered

to gently rub it in his hands. Then he

finished her bath and was feeling much more comfortable. She had finished drying her hair and wes

echoed again. “Why

and she had been avoiding him ever since. She was not ready to face fim yet. And now he had barged into her room?! And she was only wrapped in

was this man up

oblivious to her nervousness, looked her up and down. Her skin was covered in scars of various sizes, excedaty on her shoulders

heart. He wished he could kick Yuna in the

hadn’t said a single word about it allowing

come in Ahr Before

you doing?” Marguerite struggled, experiencing a brief moment of weightlessness before landing on

held her hands with one of his, opened the lid of

to apply medicine. The scars had scabbed over and fallen off, so Marguerite dicit feel any can, but the

it looked messy, Frederick’s fingers were extremely gente as if he were afraid of hurting her. He gently scread the cream evenly and then waited for the skin to absorb it. Such consideration was something Marguerite had never seen