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…”

expression, Marguerite

we push him off? You nudge him with your bum, and I’ll push his shoulder.

blinked, nodding in agreement,

Frederick’s shoulder. She counted to three in her head and then,

came a heavy sigh

up, exchanging wide–eyed looks, their hearts in their

used too

be furious, right?

is it?” Sure enough, Frederick’s voice, gruff

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swallowed hard, took out her phone to check the time, and reported accurately,

downstairs for breakfast,

stole a peek at Frederick’s face, his expression still tight, his brows

“Aren’t you coming down?”

eyes, his voice took on

Marguerite clamped up immediately.

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

him wash up, and snuck into the nursery to change him into clean

they headed downstairs for

occupied yet, and the servants were efficiently laying out the morning

Manley stood to the side, their eyes glued to the

caught sight of Marguerite holding Hayes‘ hand