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.

stiffened, even though she knew the kiss wasn’t meant for her,

at a loss, unsure

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

remained silent, only staring at

of her perfume wafted in the

hadn’t mistaken the person.

years, Frederick only blamed himself for not

your grandma as soon as possible,

Marguerite was shocked again.

grandma was at Stonebridge Memorial Hospital, the Lockwood family had been there several times. Why did he say

must have lied to Frederick

was indeed good at

Frederick was so cautious, how could he

at him, his handsome face filled with deep love. It seemed he had

odd

calmed herself, then gratefully said,

where grandma was, Marguerite

if Frederick really found grandma, he would protect her. This way, the

anymore.

I should

thumb gently stroked her delicate

find a chance to explain my relationship with Marguerite to you. Don’t worry, I’ll marry