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.

hint of confusion flashed in his eyes,

was only preliminary; now, it had

if the woman who had been with

too violently. He didn’t notice that the woman under him had already slipped out of his

someone else? Should

trembled nervously all

name, Frederick finally sobered up

on his face receded, and he became serious. Frederick got off the bed and went straight

sound of shower water came

pajamas and

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

a while. As her sweat dripped

retreated to the corner like a scared bird, her eyes filled

“You… Don’t come over!”

with complicated feelings. He said nothing and went straight

the doorknob seemed to be stuck

room

were sharp and deep. Marguerite

be broken. It wasn’t me. I… I

was speechless

Marguerite very flustered,

was like that of a panicked

her pouting look

his arms, his tone

had already changed into her pajamas and hurriedly searched for

while, she didn’t find

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

didn’t bring mine

Marguerite was dumbfounded.

man! He