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.

was only preliminary; now, it had become

as if the woman who had been with him

He 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 body

me for someone else? Should I call

nervously

Frederick finally sobered

on his face receded, and he became serious. Frederick got off the bed

sound of shower

got chills. She frantically put on her pajamas and

or broken. Marguerite shook the doorknob and found it completely impossible

for a while. As

the corner like a scared bird, her eyes filled

“You… Don’t come over!”

He said nothing and went straight to the door, ready

seemed to be stuck and

the room became

Marguerite

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

speechless for a

made Marguerite very flustered, so she couldn’t

stuttering appearance was like that of

her pouting

crossed his arms,

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

searching for a while,

the living room; I didn’t bring it up.” Marguerite looked helpless.

bring