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

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

dim light softened Frederick’s usually

and even

never seen Frederick like this before; it surprised her quite a bit.

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

also

and said things that made her feel

Marguerite sighed and muttered. “Which one

off her thoughts and reached out to turn off

arm circled around her waist and pulled her onto the

Marguerite’s mind went blank.

supposed to be

husky, his deep voice sounded

“Sorry, I thought you

to sit up, but

need. You’ll be quiet

his shallow breath brushed against her

so she carefully said, “I only said one thing;

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

you asleep? Marguerite couldn’t control the

could I possibly be

laughter left

Why was he laughing?