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

as if the woman who had been

under him had already slipped out

for someone else? Should I call Yuna

trembled nervously

Yuna’s name, Frederick finally sobered

got off the bed and went straight into

of shower water

on her pajamas and

broken. Marguerite shook the doorknob and found it completely impossible

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

was startled. She 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 to the door, ready to

the doorknob seemed to be stuck and

room became

and deep. Marguerite was afraid he would

me.

was speechless for a

flustered, so she couldn’t even

stuttering appearance was like that of a

her pouting look somewhat

crossed his arms, his tone

that she had already changed into her pajamas and hurriedly searched for her

while, she didn’t find

living room; I didn’t bring it up.”

didn’t bring

Marguerite was dumbfounded.

man! He didn’t