Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 195

st half an hour later, Sapphire Valley Estates

The family doctor had given Marguerite a thorough check–up Save for some bruising on her back, there was jeding Sifa threatening Marguerite lay weakly or the bed her thin shirt hatched up to reveal a bruise that was so deep it was aboost purple Fredenck sat by her side applying several large, rectangular plasters to her back, like patches stitched onto her skin His cool fingertips gently brushed against her skin, causing his eyes to tighten and a wave of pain to flood his heart

“Why bearing it when it hurts?”

The marks on her weren’t just from today, there were also faint scars from when Yuna had kidnapped her

It was only then that Morguente realized Frederick had finished applying the unguent. She hurriedly pulled her shirt back down and sat up on the bed

Feeling somewhat awkward, she glanced at Frederick. Seeing the time, she seized the opportunity to shoo him off. It’s late, you should go Yuna must be waiting

anxiously

Frederick’s eyes stayed on her unblinkingly “Since when did you become so concerned about others, Marguerite?”

Concerned about others? She was just stating facts.

when she was tricked by Yuna into delivering clothes to Seaside Manor,

with the man she loved and Marguerite was sure she would

her beloved man, spending his time with her. Wouldn’t Yuna

into the night, there wasn’t

met Frederick’s gaze, about to say something, when she felt a slight movement in her belly She froze, not daring to

Frederick grew even more worried. “What’s wrong? Are

belly, feeling the movement for a moment before looking up at Frederick with joy. “I

“Moved?”

nodded quickly. “Yes! I think

kneel in front of her, leaning his ear against her

wondering if Frederick knew what he

she saw a change in his normally cold demeanor His eyes were wide, and his gaze was filled with curiosity and

sounds and chuckled. “You’re just hungry. The

response, he found

a flash, he

child! Why was he getting

his pocket for his pack of cigarettes. But as he pulled

gaze growing increasingly layered. After a long silence, she asked hesitantly. “When you