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

and I’ll push his shoulder. We’ll do it

blinked,

her hand found its way to Frederick’s shoulder. She counted to three in her head and

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

looks, their hearts in their throats. This was not

used too much force, aggravating Frederick’s

be furious,

Sure enough, Frederick’s voice, gruff with irritation, broke

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to check the time,

breakfast,

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

“Aren’t you coming down?”

his voice took on

Marguerite clamped up immediately.

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

helped him wash up,

headed downstairs

room wasn’t fully occupied yet, and the

to the procession

caught sight of Marguerite holding Hayes‘ hand in the living