Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 188

Laverne’s serious expression vanished the moment she heard Frederick’s retort. After swiftly fricking her son, dead genes with a man of her hand and chuckled. “How could an old gal like me remember so dearly? Yura says ‘ve been a bit daft since I got better, so how could remember sometinga wak she said this, a mischievous twinkle flashed in her eyes

Then, as if she had made a decision, she got up and fetched the glass of water Yuna had given her, placing it next to Fresera

The corner of the man’s mouth twitched in displeasure. “Yuria called you daft?”

“Yep!” Laverne exaggeratedly nodded, glancing at the glass of water. “You’ve been vaccing too much, so have one weer?

Frederick’s anger hadn’t subsided. He couldn’t believe Yuna had the audacity to call her grandmote Chemter gednoter’s comery countering tak her kindness, it seemed he had to reconsider his promise to marry her.

He took a sip of water, feeling irritated, and Laverne took this opportunity to slip a tube of scar–healing creams into his hand from her sode. Soortent gu clothes are all ragged, and dress season is just around the corner. I don’t wanna see her covered in words it’s an geoe the fricking he cant Laveste pared contentedly and headed upstairs.

up the cream and started to gently rub it in his hands. Then he stood up and headed towards Marguerite’s

point, Marguerite had just finished her bath and was feeling much more comfortable. She had finished drying her hair and wes tot botte med bad on and change into her nightgown. Unexpectedly, as she opened the door, she bumped right

echoed again. “Why are you in my

She was not ready to face fim yet.

was this man up

oblivious to her nervousness, looked her up and down. Her skin was covered in scars of various sizes, excedaty on her shoulders and

a strong urge surged in his heart. He wished he could kick Yuna in the face for what she

hadn’t said a single word about it allowing

making Marguerite uneasy. “Could you wait until I’m dressed before you come in Ahr Before Marguete could inish te sentence frescence strode forward, grabbed her

are you doing?” Marguerite struggled, experiencing a brief moment of weightlessness before landing on

her hands with one of his, opened the lid of the cream, and gently