Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 453

Yuna’s eyes bulged with incredulity, the redness seeping into her vision as she struggled to comprehend what was unfolding before her. But even more overwhelming than the shock was her raging frustration.

Ever since she heard the news of Barnes‘ success the night before, she had been over the moon. But now, seeing the little brat standing right in front of her, completely unscathed and not even sporting a scratch, Yuna’s heart twisted with loathing.

From the living room came the clatter of someone rushing in. Teresa, breathless with concern, latched onto Hayes‘ arm and began inspecting him anxiously, “Little mute, are you alright? Did you get hurt anywhere?”

Hayes blinked, guilt flickering in his eyes as he glanced at Marguerite.

Did Teresa know something? Why was she immediately asking if he was hurt?

Trying to steady his nerves, Hayes shook his head, “No, I’m fine.”

Teresa finally exhaled a long sigh of relief, her small hands patting her chest.

“That was a false alarm! Little mute, I had this nightmare where a ghoul with a gun shot you, and there was so much blood… It scared the living daylights out of me!”

Marguerite was taken aback. Did Teresa have some sort of sixth sense linked to Hayes? Guns and blood – both keywords fit last night’s events to a T!

And in Hayes‘ mind, the horrifying images from the night before resurfaced, sending shivers down his spine.

Teresa’s expression tightened with worry, her features contorting in fear.

Are you nervous?

pulling Hayes into a

was up late last night; he probably didn’t get enough rest. Stop grilling him,

protectively drew Hayes close,

did he cheat death? And was it Marguerite who saved him?

was no doubt in Yuna’s mind that Hayes was

could Frederick possibly stay calm and work overtime

couldn’t for the life of her

Barnes. Damn it! Barnes wasn’t

surprised, called out to the little guy, “Hayes, there are rules at the table. You can’t

turning to Marguerite with a

and he was so weak;

over, “Jocelyn, Hayes didn’t get much sleep last night. Let him eat upstairs just

Marguerite’s word, Jocelyn couldn’t refuse and

this, Hayes dashed up

an excuse to return to her

of the bedroom, desperately

man who should’ve

could he have

then, the bathroom door slid

face still damp with water droplets. At some point, he had changed into a sleek, ash–grey suit. Apart from a pallor to his complexion,