Chapter 8

Marguerite’s eyes were wide and bright, filled with panic. “It’s just… just a piece of jewelry I’ve worn since I was a kid.” Frederick looked at the woman beneath him, obviously terrified. His anger was somehow mysteriously fading away.

Why?

He hated being used by women the most, and Marguerite coming to his bed in the middle of the night clearly had an ulterior motive.

But he just couldn’t unleash all his anger towards her,

It was like this in the afternoon, and it’s the same now.

Frederick felt helpless and could only sternly warn her, “Don’t take me for a fool. If you step out of line again, I’ll make you wish you were dead.”

The man was intimidating. His hawk–like eyes alone were enough to make her tremble uncontrollably.

Frederick looked at her, his gaze suddenly turning cold and stern. “Do you understand?”

“…Yeah.”

Marguerite was felling uneasy under his gaze. Frederick noticed this and wanted to let her go..

But just as he was about to let go of her, her faint voice came pleading, “Since you’re awake, can you… let me search a little longer? Frederick was speechless.

Did he not make himself clear, or was this woman just too cheeky?

tone urgent. “That necklace

his grip on her

she had to find that necklace. She had no

Marguerite bit her lip and

I beg you…

voice, like a beautiful melody

In the dark,

he feel the same way with

in body temperature made him realize

was annoyed and released Marguerite, his gaze carrying

“You have one minute.”

her side, walked to the balcony, and

Marguerite, she was already

and the covers, but

of anxiety, was covered with freckles. Her eyebrows were a mess, her nose wide and thick, and she had pimples

were round and bright, as

eyes, this

he suddenly got up and walked into the room, his

with his command to leave, all Marguerite

her necklace in Frederick’s room. So where was the

it suddenly

back and said, “Sir, if

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