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

and

blinked, nodding

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

then came a heavy sigh

clammed up, exchanging wide–eyed looks, their hearts in their throats. This was

too much force,

must be furious,

enough, Frederick’s voice, gruff

Chapter 452

her phone to check the time, and reported accurately,

for breakfast, and don’t arouse

stole a peek at Frederick’s face, his expression

“Aren’t you coming down?”

voice took on a sharper

Marguerite clamped up immediately.

felt a twinge of sympathy. It seemed he was in pain just talking, and she wondered if he was feeling any

Hayes from the bed, hurriedly helped him

headed

dining room wasn’t fully occupied yet, and the servants

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

and caught sight of Marguerite