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?”

lip quivered, “But…

his son. The little guy just wanted the comfort of being held–no

that Frederick was already considering getting

his son, but his own body

those hopeful, watery eyes to Marguerite and

embraced Hayes

wanna stay…

at a loss. So, Hayes wanted to sleep with his father but also wanted

situation was

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do that, Auntie will end up sharing the bed with your dad. And that’s

Let Hayes sleep

Was Frederick serious? She felt a tension coil within her as she glanced between the

time in her life, Marguerite felt

disaster. Could someone extricate

been through too much,

“Let’s not waste any more time. If we don’t sleep now,

teeth, she gingerly climbed into bed, careful not to get too close to Frederick. Hayes was sandwiched between them, and despite her reservations, Marguerite couldn’t deny the