Bride Behind The Mask Novel

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?

sincere, her tone urgent. “That

face slightly changed, his grip on

sudden force made Marguerite tense. She knew she had said too much, but she had to find that necklace. She

silence. Marguerite bit her

I beg you…

by Marguerite’s soft voice, like a beautiful melody resonating in his

previous night. In the

the same

the sudden rise in body temperature made him realize something was off with his

his gaze carrying

“You have one minute.”

left her side, walked to the balcony, and lit up a

Marguerite, she

pillows and the covers, but found

face, full of anxiety, was covered with freckles. Her eyebrows were a mess, her nose wide and thick, and she had pimples and acne scars. She was too

bright,

suddenly realized, with her bright eyes, this woman

suddenly got up and walked into the room, his tall figure surrounding the

holding the cigar was very charming, but faced with his command to leave,

her necklace in Frederick’s room. So

could it

said “sorry“, and as she was preparing to leave the room, she suddenly turned back and said, “Sir, if you find my necklace, please