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, as well as

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

was as if the woman who had been with him that night was her,

him had already slipped out of his arms and then awkwardly hid

me for someone

trembled nervously

name, Frederick finally sobered up

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

the sound of shower water

her pajamas and then

from the outside or broken. Marguerite shook the doorknob

the doorknob for a while. As

the corner like a scared bird, her eyes filled

“You… Don’t come over!”

He said nothing and went straight to the door, ready

be stuck and couldn’t be

the room became eerily

were sharp and deep. Marguerite was afraid he

me. I… I don’t mean any harm

was speechless

flustered, so she couldn’t

stuttering appearance was like that of

her pouting look somewhat

crossed his arms,

pocket. She realized that she had already

for a while,

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

didn’t bring

Marguerite was dumbfounded.

man! He