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

above Marguerite’s head. When she stood up to turn it off, she glanced at Frederick, who was lying on

light softened

even had a slight

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

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

could also

misunderstood her and said things that made her

and muttered. “Which one is the

shook off her thoughts and reached

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

Marguerite’s mind went blank.

he supposed to

noisy.” Frederick’s voice was husky, his deep voice sounded

I thought you were asleep. I’ll go

sit up, but Frederick pulled her back into

be quiet if we sleep

his shallow breath brushed against her neck, almost driving

said, “I only said one thing; I didn’t mean to wake you

head closer to her neck.

couldn’t control the

laughed. “How could I possibly be

laughter left

Why was he laughing?