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?

knew exactly what Frederick meant, but she couldn't

like this. Her pale face was a canvas of complexity that hinted at a trace of fear, stirring a pang of sympathy in

had ever

he released Marguerite, "I don't take advantage of

Go?

guard down, lying beneath him after a monumental

had moved in close just moments earlier,

was telling her to

the charged atmosphere that made rational thought impossible for

your style, but...

as soon as they left her

seemed equally taken aback by her proposition,

throat, Marguerite was about to backtrack and claim it was all a joke,

come undone, and his fiery

uncontrollably, clinging

she sought, he seemed to hold

her lips, his warm palms caressing her

this could be

that one-night stand three years ago was not her

was coerced, and it took a long time to realize

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