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.

confusion flashed in his

familiarity that Marguerite gave him was only preliminary; now, it had

woman who had been with him that night was her,

that the woman under him had already slipped out of his arms and then awkwardly hid at the head of

mistake me for someone else? Should I

trembled nervously all

hearing Yuna’s name, Frederick finally

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

the sound of shower water came from

her pajamas and then hurriedly tried to pull the door

the door was either locked from the outside or broken. Marguerite shook the doorknob and found it completely impossible

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

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

“You… Don’t come over!”

complicated feelings. He said nothing and

seemed to be stuck

the room

eyes were sharp and deep. Marguerite was

It wasn’t me. I… I don’t mean

was speechless for

very flustered, so

was like that of

pouting

He crossed his arms, his tone

she had already changed into her pajamas

for a while, she didn’t find her

I didn’t bring it up.”

bring

Marguerite was dumbfounded.

He