Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 109

Even with Marguerite’s limited experience, she knew exactly what Frederick’s reaction was at that moment.

She instinctively looked up at him. His face was flushed as sweat moistened his hair, and his breathing seemed a little ragged.

Frederic, you… What’s wrong with you? Your face is so red… uh.”

Her words abruptly stopped, as Frederick suddenly kissed her.

It was a fierce kiss that left Marguerite breathless.

His kiss was both urgent and intense; he was like a monster that wanted to devour Marguerite.

The familiar taste stirred Frederick’s nerves.

“No, don’t…” Marguerite bit her lower lip as her face filled with shame.

In an instant, she recalled the feelings of that night.

The scenes from that night overlapped with the present, leaving Frederick unable to distinguish whether what was happening was his memory or reality.

“Frederick, can you calm down? I beg you… please… don’t touch me…”

Tears uncontrollably slid down from the corners of her eyes.

She had no idea what had happened to Frederick. He was just fine a moment ago, but then suddenly changed.

She would rather have him hit or scold her than hurt her dignity in such a way.

Frederick’s back suddenly stiffened, his hands propped on both sides of her body, and he slowly raised his disheveled body.

flashed in his eyes, as well

the familiarity that Marguerite gave him was only preliminary; now,

who had been with

woman under him had already slipped out

did you… mistake me for someone else? Should

trembled nervously all

name, Frederick finally sobered up

he became serious. Frederick got off the bed and went straight into

sound of shower water came

her pajamas and then hurriedly tried to pull

from the outside or broken. Marguerite shook the doorknob and found it completely

doorknob for a while. As her sweat dripped down like rain, the bathroom door

startled. She retreated to the corner like a scared bird, her eyes filled with

“You… Don’t come over!”

at her with complicated feelings. He said nothing and went straight to the door,

the doorknob seemed to be stuck

room

were sharp and deep. Marguerite was afraid he would misunderstand and

be broken. It wasn’t me.

was speechless

flustered, so she couldn’t

stuttering appearance was like that of a

her pouting look

He crossed his arms,

She realized that she had already changed

while, she didn’t

seems to be in the living room; I didn’t bring it up.” Marguerite looked helpless. “What about your

didn’t bring

Marguerite was dumbfounded.

man! He didn’t