Chapter 623

Marguerite was utterly confused, her brain struggling to keep up with Frederick's twisted words.

Was he actually drunk or not?

He claimed he was tipsy, but his eyes and actions screamed another truth-

He was very much sober! Was his whole act at the diner just a facade?

He was conscious the entire time, conscious when she brought him to the hotel, when she wiped his face, and when she tenderly traced the lines of his features with her fingertips.

What did he mean by his earlier comment about man being drunk and not drunk?

Marguerite's thoughts were spinning so wildly she was on the verge of a mental implosion, completely oblivious to the fact that her hands were now captured and gently pinned above her head.

His warm breath fanned her face, causing her to blurt out uncontrollably, "You're not drunk at all, are you?"

He smirked ambiguously, "Hmm."

"So what is it that you want to do now?" Her voice trembled as she spoke, her throat dry from the swallowing that betrayed her anxiety while she waited for his

response.

"What do you think?"

What did she think?

what Frederick meant, but

take the lead in situations like this. Her pale face was a canvas of complexity that hinted at

his memory, nothing had ever happened between them.

out a heavy sigh, he released Marguerite, "I don't take advantage of

Go?

down, lying beneath

he had moved in close just moments earlier, she hadn't

her to leave, leaving Marguerite feeling hollow

atmosphere that made rational thought impossible

be your style, but... can I

as they left her mouth. Had

man before her seemed equally taken aback by

to backtrack and claim it was all a

come undone, and his fiery

that instant, Marguerite shivered uncontrollably, clinging to his

how much she

kissing her lips, his warm palms caressing her

this could be considered her first

years ago was not

it took a long time to realize that

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