Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 177

Frederick’s gaze snapped up his eyebrows furrowed in an instant

Marguerite had tumbled onto the staircase her wound facing downwards. The uneven edges of the steps scraped her injury, bursting many blisters, her flesh a bloody mess!

But she stubbomly propped herself up, hoping to stand on her own strength, but it was in vain

Each attempt ended with her falling again

After several rounds, he, wound had visibly worsened.

Damn it!

He cas less than thirty feet from her. If she just called out, he would hear her.

Was she so stubbom? Would it kill her to ask for help?

“Mr. Winston! You have to go down and help her! If this continues, Marguente’s leg will be ruined!”

“I won’t! I want to see if she’ll ask for help today!”

Frederick was exceptionally firm, determined to settle who would win or lose today.

Chuck was so anxious he could faint

Marguerite was stubbom, and Mr. Winston was ruthless.

The two of them together were a relentless match.

game, it wasn’t about who made the first

Marguerite, the steps now

Mr. Winston’s mage would affect him, he gathered his courage

bum! The staircase is full of bacteria, if

Frederick went silent.

at risk, she could even miscarry! And

to become thin, Chuck and the driver felt

than

eyes were constantly flickering,

ticked away, and seeing that Frederick still hadn’t made a move, Chuck thought since he had already

gritted his teeth, stomped his fool,

“Damn it!”

curse, the backseat door was

like a proud cheetah, he strode

down, his strong arm wrapped around Marguerite’s waist, he forcefully lifted her

Marguente didn’t like the feeling

you really want

for your help. Put me down, whether I live or die is none of

speaking up for you. Robert, Chuck, even Yuna’s grandmother is

it was Chuck

time, Fredenck had camed

many nurses hurriedly treated Marquente’s wound.

so she turned

always wants to act tough, give her

good for the fetus, we can only administer a small dose

much as

quarter of the anaesthetic, but Marguente felt it was