Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

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?

exactly what Frederick meant, but she couldn't find the

so strange her to take the lead in situations like this. Her pale face was a canvas of complexity

nothing had ever happened between them. Not even

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

Go?

lying beneath him after a monumental

he had moved in close just moments earlier, she

telling her to

that made rational

but... can I take advantage of

soon as they left her mouth. Had

taken aback by her proposition,

backtrack and claim it was all a joke, but his lips were on hers with an

had come undone, and his fiery body was now pressed against

shivered uncontrollably, clinging to his strong

matter how much she sought,

his warm palms caressing her

speaking, this could be considered her

three years ago

and it took a long time to realize that the man from that