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…

at the sight 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

so severe that Frederick was already

his own body betrayed him; even the slightest movement was

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

Hayes once more, “How about you come sleep

stay… with

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

situation was

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with the child, “Hayes, if we do that, Auntie will

Let Hayes sleep in the middle,” Frederick

coil within her as she glanced between the

in her

disaster. Could someone extricate her

way around it. Hayes had been through too much, and

now propped against the headboard, his face a mask of impatience and pain, cut through her indecision, “Let’s not waste any more time. If we don’t sleep now, it’ll be

too close to Frederick. Hayes was sandwiched between them, and despite her reservations, Marguerite couldn’t deny