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 dress season is just

it in his hands. Then he stood up and headed

this point, Marguerite had just finished her bath and was feeling much more comfortable. She had finished drying her hair and wes tot botte med bad on and change into her nightgown. Unexpectedly, as she opened the door,

Marguerite’s scream echoed again. “Why are you in

at the swimming pool had left Marguerite embarrassed, and she had been avoiding him ever since. She was not ready to face

was this man up

sizes, excedaty

He wished he could kick

angered him even more was that Marguerite hadn’t said a single word about it allowing the wounds on her skin to

gaze was cold and sharp, making Marguerite uneasy. “Could you wait until I’m dressed before you come in Ahr Before Marguete could inish te sentence frescence strode forward, grabbed her waist, and effortlessly lifted

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

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

made 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

shoulders and arms, and although 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