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…”

Marguerite had to suppress

nudge him with your bum, and I’ll push his shoulder. We’ll do

guy blinked, nodding

found its way to Frederick’s shoulder. She counted to three in

then came a heavy

up, exchanging wide–eyed looks, their hearts in their throats. This was not

too

must be

enough, Frederick’s voice, gruff

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to check

breakfast,

sat up, she stole a peek at Frederick’s

“Aren’t you coming down?”

on a sharper

Marguerite clamped up immediately.

twinge of sympathy. It seemed he was in pain just talking, and she

concerns, she lifted Hayes from the bed, hurriedly helped him wash up, and snuck into the nursery to change him

they headed downstairs for

occupied yet, and the

glued to the procession of food as

profusely, descended the spiral staircase and caught sight of