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

bum, and I’ll push

guy blinked, nodding in agreement,

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

came a heavy sigh

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

used too much

must be furious,

Frederick’s voice, gruff

Chapter 452

her phone to

for breakfast, and don’t arouse

a peek at Frederick’s

“Aren’t you coming down?”

took on a sharper edge, “You

Marguerite clamped up immediately.

sympathy. It

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

headed downstairs for

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

stood to the side, their eyes glued to the procession

the spiral staircase and caught sight of Marguerite holding