Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 26

That face was pure as a summer’s day, her big doe eyes, innocent yet captivating. Her fair cheeks, which had been slapped by Yuna, bore a natural blush, and her bright lips were tempting.

Frederick took a step forward, suddenly enveloping Marguerite from behind, hugging her tightly. His heart ached as he sighed, “I’m sorry I didn’t find you sooner, you’ve suffered.”

Marguerite’s eyelashes trembled slightly as she was filled with shock, her body trembling.

Looking for her?

Marguerite looked at her reflection in the mirror. The face she revealed when she took off her mask was identical to Yuna’s.

So, Frederick had mistaken her for Yuna?

Quickly, Marguerite shoved the mask into her vanity, fearing he would discover it.

He held her tight, as if trying to mold her into his body.

Marguerite felt aching all over and, in a voice imitating Yuna’s, she complained, “Freddie, can you let go of me first? It hurts.”

Her weak demeanor reflected in the mirror, her coquettish and aggrieved voice melted his heart, and he got lost in the feeling.

Frederick

was reluctant to let her go, but his hands couldn’t resist holding her shoulders, gently turning her–around, his loving kiss landed unexpectedly on her forehead.

though she knew the kiss wasn’t meant for her, her heart was still

was at a loss, unsure of

He laughed at himself, his voice gentle, as if afraid to scare this woman,

remained silent, only staring

perfume wafted in the air, calming Frederick’s emotions just

knew he hadn’t mistaken the person. He had

Frederick only blamed himself for not finding her

your grandma as soon as possible, so you can

Marguerite was shocked again.

family had been there several times. Why did he say

lied to

was indeed good

Frederick was so cautious, how could he

his handsome face filled with

odd

then gratefully said, “Okay, thank you,

though everyone knew where grandma was, Marguerite didn’t stop

protect her. This way, the Lockwood family wouldn’t threaten her with

anymore.

something I should

slightly rough thumb gently stroked

my relationship with Marguerite to you. Don’t worry,