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

in quickly, pulling Hayes into a comforting embrace to defuse the

get enough

Marguerite protectively drew Hayes close, her eyes flashing

was shaking and tense, clearly something had happened last night! But how on earth did he cheat death? And was it Marguerite who saved him? No! That was impossible! How could Marguerite possibly

was no doubt in Yuna’s mind that Hayes

such an incident, how could Frederick possibly stay calm and work overtime at

of doubts, but couldn’t for the life of her

food. Under the table, her fingers furiously typed a message to Barnes. Damn it! Barnes wasn’t responding! Meanwhile, Hayes, in a frenzy, took a few bites of his food and then grabbed his

called out to the little guy, “Hayes, there are rules at the table. You

paused mid–step, turning to

wound was serious, and he was

get much sleep last night. Let him eat upstairs just this

word, Jocelyn couldn’t refuse

this, Hayes dashed

still uneasy, found an excuse to return to her room as

center of the bedroom, desperately spinning with the oatmeal

that the man who should’ve been in bed was nowhere to be

could he

door slid open

a sleek, ash–grey suit. Apart from a pallor to his complexion,