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.

her to the bone was the gaping wound on Frederick ‘s

muddled flesh and blood stung Marguerite’s eyes

flowed down her cheeks as if a dam had burst within her.

seeing it in the harsh light of day, her

from such a grave

medical gauze soaked in antiseptic, then gently dabbed it onto

causing Marguerite to flinch and ask worriedly, “Did I hurt

looked over his shoulder at her, surprised. “Why are

her sleeve. “It’s the medicine… it’s too strong, got in my

“Be careful.”

then applied the ointment even more delicately, afraid

gentle her touch, each time the medicine met Frederick ‘s skin, he

flinch, Marguerite’s heart constricted tighter, her

how Jocelyn had revealed the elaborate love confession Frederick had

had once loved her so

had appeared before her, bloodied and wounded, and she had been terrified of losing him,

thought of all their past moments together, both joyous and sad.

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

should try to win him back, to make the first