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.

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

above Marguerite’s head. When she stood up to

softened

looked peaceful at the moment and even had

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

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

he could also be

always misunderstood her and said

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

off her thoughts and reached out to

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

Marguerite’s mind went blank.

he supposed

his deep voice sounded oddly pleasant to

thought you were asleep. I’ll go back to the

speaking, she tried to sit up, but Frederick pulled her back

be quiet if

breath brushed against her neck, almost

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

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

couldn’t control the volume of her

laughed. “How could I possibly be

laughter

Why was he laughing?