Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 452

Hayes had spent the entire night nestled into Marguerite’s arm, sound asleep.

For Marguerite, it wasn’t the most comfortable position, but somehow she slept like a baby.

The next morning, it was the weight of a brute force that woke her.

Blearily opening her eyes, the first thing she saw was the Adam’s apple of a man.

His distinct jaw rested atop Marguerite’s head, his strong arm wrapped tightly around her waist.

Marguerite was startled! She realized Hayes and her were completely trapped in Frederick’s embrace, and he was holding her tight!

Her cheeks flushed, and her heart started racing, making it hard for her to catch her breath.

She glanced down at the little guy in her arms and to her surprise, Hayes was up before her, gazing at her with puppy–dog eyes.

The little boy was squished in the middle, his cheeks red and his forehead sweaty.

Marguerite whispered, “Is it a bit tight?”

Hayes gasped, his eyes filled with a plaintive look, “Can’t… breathe…”

his pitiful expression, Marguerite had

push him off? You nudge him with your bum, and I’ll push his shoulder. We’ll do it quietly, don’t want

blinked,

her arm and her hand found its way to Frederick’s shoulder. She counted to three in her head and then, with Hayes, gave a great

came a heavy sigh from

hearts in

might have used too

must be furious,

time is it?” Sure enough, Frederick’s voice, gruff with irritation, broke

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to check

breakfast, and don’t

gingerly sat up, she stole a peek at Frederick’s

“Aren’t you coming down?”

on

Marguerite clamped up immediately.

wasn’t offended; instead, she felt a twinge of sympathy. It seemed

off her concerns, she lifted Hayes from the bed, hurriedly helped him wash up, and snuck into

headed downstairs for

wasn’t fully occupied yet, and the servants

side, their eyes glued to the procession of food as they

caught sight of Marguerite holding Hayes‘