Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 452

Hayes had spent the entire night nestled into Marguerite’s arm, sound asleep.

For Marguerite, it wasn’t the most comfortable position, but somehow she slept like a baby.

The next morning, it was the weight of a brute force that woke her.

Blearily opening her eyes, the first thing she saw was the Adam’s apple of a man.

His distinct jaw rested atop Marguerite’s head, his strong arm wrapped tightly around her waist.

Marguerite was startled! She realized Hayes and her were completely trapped in Frederick’s embrace, and he was holding her tight!

Her cheeks flushed, and her heart started racing, making it hard for her to catch her breath.

She glanced down at the little guy in her arms and to her surprise, Hayes was up before her, gazing at her with puppy–dog eyes.

The little boy was squished in the middle, his cheeks red and his forehead sweaty.

Marguerite whispered, “Is it a bit tight?”

Hayes gasped, his eyes filled with a plaintive look, “Can’t… breathe…”

Marguerite had

him with your bum, and I’ll push his shoulder. We’ll do it quietly, don’t want to wake

blinked,

arm and her hand found its way to Frederick’s shoulder. She counted to three in her head and

came a heavy

up, exchanging wide–eyed looks, their hearts in their throats. This was

too

be furious, right?

Sure enough, Frederick’s voice, gruff with irritation, broke

Chapter 452

took out her phone to check the time, and reported

downstairs for breakfast,

she stole a peek at Frederick’s face, his expression still tight, his

“Aren’t you coming down?”

voice took on a sharper edge, “You talk

Marguerite clamped up immediately.

sympathy. It seemed he was in pain just talking, and she wondered if

him wash up,

headed

fully occupied yet, and the servants were efficiently laying