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.

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

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

softened Frederick’s

peaceful at the moment and even had

surprised her

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

could also be

and said things

Marguerite sighed and muttered. “Which

her thoughts and reached out to turn

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

Marguerite’s mind went blank.

supposed

Frederick’s voice was husky, his deep

nervous, Marguerite swallowed hard, and her heart started racing. “Sorry, I thought you were asleep. I’ll go back to the

she tried to sit up, but Frederick pulled her

need. You’ll be quiet if we sleep

his shallow breath brushed

carefully said, “I only said one

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

Marguerite couldn’t control the

suddenly laughed. “How could

Frederick’s laughter

Why was he laughing?