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… I’m

of his son. The little guy just wanted the comfort of being held–no kid should have to be brave after facing the threats and fears they had

was already considering getting Robert to give Hayes psychological

son, but his own body betrayed him; even the slightest movement

those hopeful, watery eyes to Marguerite and implored in his childlike

no to that face. She embraced Hayes once more, “How about you

stay…

with his father but also wanted Marguerite’s embrace. Were

was getting

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

Hayes sleep in the middle,”

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

in her life, Marguerite felt

Could someone extricate her from this

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

pain, cut through her indecision, “Let’s not waste any more time. If we don’t sleep

a beat. Gritting her teeth, she gingerly climbed into bed, careful not to get too close to Frederick.