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.

from the wardrobe, dim the bedside lamp, and set

head. When she stood up to turn it

softened Frederick’s usually

moment and even had a slight smile on his

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

when he applied medicine for her just now, or when he took

he could also

always misunderstood her and said things

her mind, Marguerite sighed and

off her thoughts and reached out to turn off

circled around

Marguerite’s mind went blank.

he supposed

voice was husky, his deep voice sounded oddly pleasant to

started racing. “Sorry, I thought you

tried to sit up, but Frederick pulled her back into

need. You’ll be quiet

away from him, his shallow breath brushed against

so she carefully said, “I only said

to her neck. “You were looking at me for a long time,

couldn’t control the

suddenly laughed. “How could I possibly

laughter left Marguerite

Why was he laughing?