Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 461

Even with half his chest swathed in bandages from a gunshot wound, the potent masculinity and strength that oozed from his presence made Marguerite’s cheeks burn with an unbearable heat.

Her gaze inadvertently flickered to him, setting her heartbeat into an erratic sprint.

Frederick’s deep-set eyes flashed with impatience as he grumbled, “Drama queen.”

It was Marguerite who had insisted he undress, and now that he had, she was acting all bashful about it.

Despite being a mother and having braved various storms in life, Marguerite couldn’t seem to cure herself of blushing at the drop of a hat.

And his comment, “Drama queen,” snapped her out of her reverie. She lifted her eyelids sharply and said firmly, “Turn around. Your wound is on the back. How am I supposed to treat it like this?”

Frederick regarded her with a cool composure, his eyes shadowed beneath his brow. After a moment’s pause, he slowly turned away.

The bandages, soaked through with blood, were a stark and horrifying sight for Marguerite.

The wound was on his back, and his earlier agitation had caused it to reopen and bleed profusely. Even his discarded white shirt was spattered with stains of crimson.

Marguerite carefully unraveled the damp, heavy bandages, feeling as if a twist would wring out a pool of blood without any effort.

truly chilled her to the bone was

and blood stung

her cheeks as if a

too anxious to examine his wound closely, but now, seeing it in the harsh light

hurt from

tweezers, picked up a piece of medical gauze soaked in antiseptic, then gently dabbed it onto Frederick

sharply with pain, causing Marguerite to flinch and ask worriedly,

her voice laced with the sound of tears, Frederick looked over his shoulder at her, surprised. “Why are you

hastily wiped her tears with her sleeve. “It’s the medicine… it’s too strong, got

“Be careful.”

a subdued response, then applied the ointment

matter how gentle her touch, each time the medicine

constricted tighter, her

elaborate love confession Frederick

told her that Frederick had once loved her so deeply, it was almost to the point

night, he had appeared before her, bloodied and wounded, and she had

past moments together, both joyous

Marguerite realized how steadfastly she loved him and how she couldn’t bear the thought of losing

try to win him back,