Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 746

Meanwhile, back at the banquet hall...

After splitting from Frederick, Sandra had escorted Marguerite back inside.

She introduced Marguerite to several women guests. As the birthday girl, Marguerite was the center of attention, receiving toast after toast.

With Sandra leading the charge with her toasts, Marguerite found herself sipping more than she intended, and inevitably, she got tipsy.

When Frederick came down from the rooftop looking for Marguerite, he found Sandra supporting her as they walked out of the restroom.

Without hesitation, Frederick pulled Marguerite into his embrace, and she rested her head softly on his shoulder.

Frowning, he asked, "How did she end up drunk again?"

Sandra just shrugged, chuckling, "I didn't expect your girlfriend to be such a lightweight. A couple of drinks and she's out."

"I'll take her home."

"Alright."

In her dazed state, Marguerite felt herself enveloped in a warm embrace.

arms around his neck, letting him carry her away from

to him, a feeling that filled her with immense

waited three years

began to wear off, the image of her beloved became

modest in her desires. She knew that being from a humble background, she couldn't afford to

she ever wanted was a happy

and with Teresa and Hayes, their understanding and adorable kids,

suburban home, and Frederick carried Marguerite to their bedroom, gently laying

she was, Marguerite playfully reached into his shirt, feeling his

her with a mix of amusement

tip of her nose before he captured her lips in a tender, murmuring, "Stop it. You're too drunk for this, I won't

away her dizziness, pushing against his chest and flipping herself on

at him, declaring, "I'm

Frederick was momentarily stunned.

woman who seemingly knew little of such

get drunk, but Sandra helped me throw up in the restroom. I felt better after that," Marguerite confessed, leaning in closer, her finger tracing circles on his chest, a mischievous glint in her

this now, don't you want

night, and you

I'd feel it the next morning, and I

what? You want me to