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.

when she actually wanted to explain

so many accusations, in front of Frederick, she

Oh my god!

should she speak to make

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

tightened, she couldn’t

else’s child. That’s a

am also a victim. Frederick, the child was an

weaker and

the past she least wanted to remember, and the humiliation she least wanted

a very funny joke, asking, “Forced? So you’re saying you were

bit her lip, tears filled her

too pained to speak, could only nod her

of mockery when he looked at Marguerite, “Marguerite, take a

widened, “You… what

lie is too clumsy, nobody would want

instant, humiliation, doubt,

harsh, but Marguerite felt his words were

would want to

any words more repulsive

out, her emotions so stirred up that

pain flashed in

take it? Marguerite, what I’ve done is nothing

withdrew his hand with disgust, his impatient expression as if touching her one more time would