Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 621

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?

meant, but she couldn't find the

Her pale face was a canvas of complexity that hinted at a trace of fear,

ever happened between them.

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

Go?

let her guard down, lying beneath him after a monumental internal

moments earlier,

now he was telling her to leave,

the charged atmosphere that made rational thought

but... can I take

as they left

by her proposition, and the air

a joke, but his lips were on hers with an urgency that couldn't

his

Marguerite shivered uncontrollably, clinging to his strong waist,

much she sought, he seemed to hold

his warm palms caressing

be considered her first

that one-night stand three years ago was

time to

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