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 had to suppress

about we push him off? You nudge him with your bum, and

little guy blinked, nodding in agreement,

counted to three in her head and then, with Hayes, gave a great heave,

came a heavy sigh

wide–eyed looks, their hearts

used too much force,

be furious, right?

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

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out her phone to check

breakfast, and don’t

at Frederick’s face, his

“Aren’t you coming down?”

eyes, his voice took on a sharper edge, “You

Marguerite clamped up immediately.

felt a twinge of sympathy. It seemed he was in pain just

hurriedly helped him wash up, and snuck into

headed downstairs

fully occupied yet, and the servants were efficiently

and Manley stood to the side, their eyes glued to

yawning profusely, descended the spiral staircase and caught sight