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?”

quivered, “But…

heart softened at the sight of his son. The little guy just wanted the comfort of being held–no kid should have to be brave

incident had been so severe that Frederick was already considering getting Robert to give Hayes

to hold his son, but his own

his father more pain, so he turned those hopeful, watery eyes to Marguerite and implored in his childlike voice, “Auntie… your

that face. She embraced Hayes once more, “How about you come sleep

stay… with

sleep with his father but

situation was

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

critical situation. Let Hayes sleep in the middle,”

she glanced between the man, writhing in

first time in her life, Marguerite

disaster. Could someone

no way around it. Hayes had been through too much, and

against the headboard, his face a mask of impatience and pain, cut through her indecision, “Let’s not waste any more

climbed into bed, careful not to get too close to Frederick. Hayes