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…”

expression, Marguerite had to suppress a

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

little guy blinked, nodding in agreement,

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

eased instantly, but then came a heavy sigh

clammed up, exchanging wide–eyed looks, their hearts in their throats. This was not

used too much force,

be furious, right?

Sure enough, Frederick’s voice, gruff

Chapter 452

to check the time, and reported accurately,

downstairs for breakfast, and

peek at Frederick’s face, his expression still tight, his brows

“Aren’t you coming down?”

his eyes, his voice took on a sharper edge, “You talk too

Marguerite clamped up immediately.

tone was harsh, but Marguerite wasn’t offended; instead, she felt a twinge of sympathy. It seemed he was in pain just talking, and she

she lifted Hayes from the bed, hurriedly helped him

headed

occupied yet, and the servants were efficiently laying