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

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

guy blinked, nodding in agreement,

carefully extracted her arm and her hand found its way to Frederick’s shoulder. She counted to three in her head and then,

instantly, but then came a heavy sigh from above. Frederick

looks, their hearts in their throats. This was

used too

must be furious,

is it?” Sure enough, Frederick’s

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

Hayes downstairs for breakfast, and don’t

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

“Aren’t you coming down?”

his voice took on a sharper

Marguerite clamped up immediately.

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

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

headed downstairs for

and the servants were efficiently laying out the morning

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

caught sight of Marguerite holding Hayes‘ hand