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…”

expression, Marguerite had to suppress a

your bum, and I’ll push his shoulder. We’ll do it quietly, don’t want

little guy blinked, nodding in

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

instantly, but then came a heavy sigh from

their hearts in their

too much force,

be furious, right?

is it?” Sure enough, Frederick’s voice,

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out her phone to

Hayes downstairs for breakfast, and

Frederick’s face,

“Aren’t you coming down?”

opening his eyes, his voice took on a sharper edge,

Marguerite clamped up immediately.

twinge of sympathy. It

him wash

headed downstairs

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

their eyes glued to the procession of food as they involuntarily

spiral staircase and caught sight of