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.

Soortent gu clothes are all ragged, and

up the cream and started to gently rub it in his hands. Then he stood up

drying her hair and wes tot botte med

echoed again. “Why are you in my

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

on earth was

and down. Her skin was covered in scars of various sizes, excedaty on her

a strong urge surged in his heart. He wished he could kick Yuna in the face

more was that Marguerite hadn’t said a single word about it allowing the wounds

you come in Ahr Before Marguete could inish te sentence frescence strode forward, grabbed her waist,

Marguerite struggled, experiencing a brief

resisted, but Frederick held her hands with one of his, opened the lid of the cream, and gently

Marguerite freeze. He was actually there to apply medicine. The scars had scabbed over and fallen off, so Marguerite dicit feel any can, but the places where the man’s hands had touched were burning hot. It

covered her shoulders and arms, and although it looked messy, Frederick’s fingers were extremely gente as if he were afraid of hurting her.