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.

but to dig out a comforter from the wardrobe, dim the bedside lamp, and set up her bedding on the

to turn it off, she glanced

dim light softened

even had a slight

seen Frederick like this before; it surprised her

time, like when he applied medicine for her just now, or when he took her to Grandeur

he could also be

always misunderstood her and said things

in her mind, Marguerite sighed and muttered. “Which one is

off her thoughts and reached out to turn

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

Marguerite’s mind went blank.

he supposed

was husky, his deep voice sounded oddly pleasant to

I thought you were asleep. I’ll

up, but Frederick pulled her

quiet if we sleep

his shallow breath brushed against her neck,

before, so she carefully said, “I only said one thing; I didn’t mean to wake

rambling about?” Frederick moved his head closer to her neck. “You were looking at me for a long time,

control

could I possibly

laughter left Marguerite

Why was he laughing?