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.

him was only preliminary; now, it had

had been with him that night was her,

didn’t notice that the woman under him had already slipped out of his arms and then awkwardly hid at the head of the bed, hugging her

me for someone else? Should I call

nervously

hearing Yuna’s name, Frederick finally sobered

became serious. Frederick got off the bed and

of shower water

on her pajamas and

the door was either locked from the outside or broken. Marguerite

her teeth, struggling with the doorknob for a while. As her sweat dripped down like rain, the bathroom

like a

You… Don’t come over!”

complicated feelings. He said nothing and went straight to

to be stuck

room became

and deep. Marguerite was

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

was speechless

flustered, so

stuttering appearance was like that of a panicked

her pouting

crossed his arms, his tone full

her pocket. She realized that she had already changed into her pajamas and hurriedly searched for

a while, she didn’t find her

phone seems to be in the living room; I didn’t bring it up.” Marguerite looked helpless.

bring

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