Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 177

Frederick’s gaze snapped up his eyebrows furrowed in an instant

Marguerite had tumbled onto the staircase her wound facing downwards. The uneven edges of the steps scraped her injury, bursting many blisters, her flesh a bloody mess!

But she stubbomly propped herself up, hoping to stand on her own strength, but it was in vain

Each attempt ended with her falling again

After several rounds, he, wound had visibly worsened.

Damn it!

He cas less than thirty feet from her. If she just called out, he would hear her.

Was she so stubbom? Would it kill her to ask for help?

“Mr. Winston! You have to go down and help her! If this continues, Marguente’s leg will be ruined!”

“I won’t! I want to see if she’ll ask for help today!”

Frederick was exceptionally firm, determined to settle who would win or lose today.

Chuck was so anxious he could faint

Marguerite was stubbom, and Mr. Winston was ruthless.

of them together were

wasn’t about who made

the steps now stained with blood,

Mr. Winston’s mage would affect him, he gathered his courage

Winston, Marguerite’s condition is no longer a simple bum! The staircase is full of bacteria, if not treated promptly, it

Frederick went silent.

not just her leg that’s at risk, she could even

to become thin, Chuck and the driver

seen before, more than just angry, he emanated an aura of

constantly flickering, reflecting his inner

away, and seeing that Frederick still hadn’t made a move, Chuck thought since he had already said so much, he might as well

fool, and

“Damn it!”

a curse, the backseat door

the ground, like a proud cheetah,

strong arm wrapped around Marguerite’s waist, he

down.” Marguente didn’t like the feeling of being pitied by Frederick,

death wish? If you really want to die, find a secluded place,

Put me

up for you. Robert, Chuck, even Yuna’s grandmother is on your side, you must be quite pleased, aren’t

it was Chuck who had sent

camed Marguerite to the

doctor and many nurses hurriedly treated Marquente’s wound. The

Marguente the whole time, so she turned her head away, refusing to look