Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 109

Even with Marguerite’s limited experience, she knew exactly what Frederick’s reaction was at that moment.

She instinctively looked up at him. His face was flushed as sweat moistened his hair, and his breathing seemed a little ragged.

Frederic, you… What’s wrong with you? Your face is so red… uh.”

Her words abruptly stopped, as Frederick suddenly kissed her.

It was a fierce kiss that left Marguerite breathless.

His kiss was both urgent and intense; he was like a monster that wanted to devour Marguerite.

The familiar taste stirred Frederick’s nerves.

“No, don’t…” Marguerite bit her lower lip as her face filled with shame.

In an instant, she recalled the feelings of that night.

The scenes from that night overlapped with the present, leaving Frederick unable to distinguish whether what was happening was his memory or reality.

“Frederick, can you calm down? I beg you… please… don’t touch me…”

Tears uncontrollably slid down from the corners of her eyes.

She had no idea what had happened to Frederick. He was just fine a moment ago, but then suddenly changed.

She would rather have him hit or scold her than hurt her dignity in such a way.

Frederick’s back suddenly stiffened, his hands propped on both sides of her body, and he slowly raised his disheveled body.

A hint of confusion flashed in his eyes, as well as surprise and disbelief.

familiarity that Marguerite gave him was only

if the woman who had been with him that night

that the woman under him had already slipped out

did you… mistake me for someone else? Should

trembled nervously all

name, Frederick finally sobered

redness on his face receded, and he became serious. Frederick got off the bed and went straight into the bathroom of

sound of shower water came from the

frantically put on her pajamas and

the outside or broken. Marguerite shook the doorknob and found it

teeth, struggling with the doorknob for a while. As

startled. She retreated to the corner like a scared

“You… Don’t come over!”

said nothing and went straight to the door,

be stuck and couldn’t

the room

sharp and deep. Marguerite

door seems to be broken. It wasn’t me. I… I don’t

was speechless for

panic made Marguerite very flustered, so she couldn’t even

like that of

found her pouting

He crossed his arms, his

subconsciously touched her pocket. She realized that she had already changed into

while, she didn’t

in the living room; I didn’t bring it up.” Marguerite looked helpless. “What about your

didn’t bring