Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 451

Marguerite sat on the edge of her bed, a bemused frown creasing her forehead. What on earth was she supposed to do now?

She couldn’t very well have Yuna come here and take them away. She could already picture it–the accusatory glares, the air thick with the scent of scandal, Yuna summoning the whole household as if she’d caught Marguerite red–handed in some illicit affair.

Then Yuna would undoubtedly play the victim, wailing about the betrayal and how Marguerite had committed the ultimate treachery.

If that happened, Marguerite won’t have peace anymore.

With a resigned sigh, Marguerite scooped Hayes up onto the bed, relenting, “If you need anything, just call for me. I’ll be in the next room over.”

The apartment was a two–bedroom suite, so with Frederick Winston deciding to camp out for the night, Marguerite had no choice but to move to the adjacent room.

Hayes curled into a little ball near the headboard, reaching out with chubby arms, his voice a soft plea, “Daddy… I’m scared…”

Frederick’s brow furrowed, pain sharpening his features. Breathing heavily, he tried to muster a gentle tone, “Boy, can you sleep by yourself tonight?”

bottom lip quivered, “But…

wanted the comfort of being held–no kid should have to be brave after facing the

incident had been so severe that Frederick was already considering

his son, but his own

want to cause his father more pain, so he turned those hopeful, watery

that face. She embraced Hayes once more,

stay…

sleep with his father but also

situation was

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throat firmly, trying to reason with the child, “Hayes, if we do that, Auntie

critical situation. Let Hayes sleep in

Frederick serious? She felt a tension coil within her as she glanced between the man, writhing in

her life,

was a disaster. Could someone extricate

been through too much, and despite her comforting hold, he

cut through her indecision, “Let’s not waste any more time. If we don’t sleep now, it’ll be morning. Do you

close to Frederick. Hayes was sandwiched between them, and despite her reservations, Marguerite couldn’t deny the warmth that enveloped