Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 133

Frederick took a good look at Marguerite.

Seeing her frail body, her hands with skin peeling off tightly clutching her long skirt, revealing a pair of blurred and dirty feet.

The man’s gaze paused, his heart skipped a beat.

Oh, this is bad!

How did this woman end up like this?

No doubt, Frederick felt bad for her.

But his sympathy lasted only for two seconds before he forcibly suppressed it.

He said to himself, “Frederick, haven’t you realized it? Isn’t this woman just trying to arouse your protective instincts with her pitiful appearance? But in reality, she’s cunning and manipulative. What’s more, she’s carrying another man’s child without your knowledge. Do you really want to continue being fooled by her?”

Frederick gritted his teeth, his temple veins throbbing violently, “What’s the matter, can’t speak all of a sudden?”

Marguerite shook her head, “No… it’s not like that. I just… don’t know where to start.”

Frederick had misjudged her many times, but each time Marguerite chose to remain silent, quietly bearing all the accusations.

Back then, she was proud and stubborn, always thinking that if the other party didn’t believe her, any explanation would be useless.

She was unwilling to bow her head and beg others to believe her.

actually wanted to explain something, she

front

Oh my god!

speak to make Frederick believe

know where to start?” The man arrogantly descended from the spiral staircase,

throat suddenly tightened, she couldn’t

else’s child. That’s a fact. What excuse

in Marguerite’s big eyes, “It was my fault, but I am also a victim.

voice got weaker and

wanted to remember, and the humiliation

heard a very funny joke, asking,

bit her lip, tears

could only nod her head with deep

his eyes full of mockery when he looked at Marguerite, “Marguerite, take a

tearful eyes suddenly widened, “You… what do

is too clumsy, nobody would want to rape

an instant, humiliation, doubt, and

anything too harsh, but Marguerite felt his

said, “Nobody would

there any words

out, her emotions so stirred up that her

a hint of pain flashed in Frederick’s

you can’t take it? Marguerite, what I’ve done is nothing

with disgust, his impatient expression as if touching her one more