Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 174

Seeing Frederick’s obvious hesitation, Yuna took advantage of the situation to tightly hug Frederick’s waist, sobbing and whimpenng.

Freddie, I am the one who loves you most! It was me who brought you bread fifteen years ago! Marguerite just scalded herself, what’s the big deal? Why are you so nervous? Freddie, I am your fiancée! I was the one who wanted to marry you, not her! Please, I beg you, don’t go looking for her, I beg you…”

Yuna spoke with tears streaming down her face, causing the man’s waist to become damp and his body rigid.

His foot, which had just stepped forward, hesitated, unsure whether to retreat or continue forward.

Meanwhile, at the other end.

Miley, flushed with anger, grabbed the walter’s collar. In her excitement, she accidentally spat in his face.

“You did that on purpose! We ordered drinks, we didn’t need extra water! You poured the water, that’s fine, but it was boiling hot! Tell me, did someone order you to do this?”

“Miss I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to! I would never have done it if I knew she was pregnant!”

Miley immediately caught on to his slip, “So you admit it! What exactly were you planning to do?”

became even more nervous,

the water was hot, and you planned to pour it on her! I ask you, did a woman named Yuna instruct you

really don’t know anything. Who

He wasn’t lying.

woman in the private room at all. She asked him to do it and he

could he know this

known, he wouldn’t have dared to

silent, staring at her wet leg, enduring the pain without a

incident happened so suddenly, when the boiling water touched her skin, Marguerite didn’t have time to react, nor could she feel

lasted a second, followed

sticking to her jeans. Any movement caused a tearing

to confront

it annoying She reached out and grabbed Miley’s hand, struggling to say, “Don’t make it hard for

I saw it clearly, this man went to the private room and

bit her lip, “You really

it!” Miley stomped her foot, her eyes shooting daggers, “I’m going to complain to Mr. Winston! You may endure it, but

quickly grabbed Miley’s hand, lowered her voice

what she said earler, Frederick

this, it