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 something, she became

borne so many accusations, in front of Frederick,

Oh my god!

speak to make Frederick believe

arrogantly descended from the spiral staircase, step by step

suddenly tightened, she couldn’t

to start because you’re carrying someone else’s child.

“It was my fault, but I am also a victim. Frederick, the child was an accident, I…

voice got weaker and weaker

she least wanted to remember, and the humiliation she least

very funny joke, asking,

tears filled her

upright, too pained to speak, could only nod

full of mockery when he looked at

widened, “You… what

is too clumsy, nobody would want to rape

doubt, and

harsh, but Marguerite felt his words were

“Nobody would want

words more

cried out, her emotions so stirred

hint of pain flashed in Frederick’s

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

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