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.

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

she stood up to turn it off, she glanced at Frederick,

dim light softened

moment and even had

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

he could be gentle a lot of the time, like when he applied medicine for her just now, or when

could also be really

always misunderstood her and said things that made her feel

sighed and muttered. “Which one

reached out

as the room plunged into darkness, a strong arm circled around her waist and

Marguerite’s mind went blank.

he supposed

husky, his deep voice sounded

swallowed hard, and her heart started racing. “Sorry, I thought you were asleep. I’ll go back to the floor; I

tried to sit up, but Frederick pulled her back into

be quiet if we

shallow breath brushed against her neck,

said, “I only said

about?” Frederick moved his head closer to her neck. “You were looking at me

you asleep? Marguerite couldn’t control the volume of her

suddenly laughed. “How could I possibly

Frederick’s laughter left Marguerite

Why was he laughing?