Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 110

Marguerite was speechless.

Did this guy just make himself comity on the bed like it was the most natural thing in the world?

Then where the hell was she supposed to sleep?

On the floor?

He was the one who barged in, and now she was supposed to crash on the floor?

Marguerite was getting more and more ticked off. She stood there brooding for a while before she finally managed to pull herself together and marched over to Frederick, ready to unleash all her grievances.

But when she saw Frederick’s closed eyes and heard his steady breathing. Marguerite couldn’t get a word out.

Did he just fall asleep?

That was fast!

Marguerite waved her hand in front of his eyes and whispered. “Frederick?”

All she got was dead silence.

Feeling a bit let down, Marguerite realized that there was no way the arrogant Frederick would ever be generous enough to give up the bed to her.

out a comforter from the wardrobe, dim the bedside lamp, and set up her

Marguerite’s head. When she stood up to turn

light softened Frederick’s

moment and even had a

Frederick like this before; it surprised her quite a bit.

when he applied medicine for her just

he could also be really

her and said things that made

thoughts in her mind, Marguerite sighed and muttered. “Which one is the real you?“,

her thoughts and reached

darkness, a strong arm circled around her waist and pulled her onto the bed, right into his

Marguerite’s mind went blank.

he supposed to be

was husky, his deep voice sounded oddly pleasant to

her heart started racing. “Sorry, I thought you were asleep. I’ll go back to

speaking, she tried to sit up, but Frederick

be quiet if we

his shallow breath brushed against her neck, almost

he would do something like before, so she carefully said, “I

her neck. “You were looking at me for a

couldn’t control the volume

“How could I possibly

laughter left Marguerite

Why was he laughing?