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.

a comforter from the wardrobe,

slightly above Marguerite’s head. When she stood up to turn it off, she glanced at Frederick,

dim light softened Frederick’s usually cold

looked peaceful at the moment and even had a slight smile on his

it surprised her quite a bit. He even looked

gentle a lot of the time, like when he applied medicine for her just now, or when he took her to Grandeur Square Mall

he could also be

always misunderstood her and said things

Marguerite sighed and muttered.

off her thoughts and reached out

arm circled around her waist

Marguerite’s mind went blank.

supposed

his

“Sorry, I thought you were asleep. I’ll

up, but Frederick pulled her back

need. You’ll be quiet if we sleep

away from him, his shallow breath brushed against her neck, almost driving Marguerite

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

closer to her neck. “You

you asleep? Marguerite couldn’t control the volume of

“How could I possibly be

laughter

Why was he laughing?