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 to suppress a

about we push him off? You nudge him with your bum, and I’ll push his shoulder. We’ll do it quietly, don’t want to wake

guy blinked, nodding in

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

but then came a heavy sigh

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

too much

be furious, right?

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

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phone to check the time, and reported accurately, “Eight

downstairs for breakfast, and don’t arouse

gingerly sat up, she stole a peek at Frederick’s face, his expression

“Aren’t you coming down?”

his voice took on a sharper

Marguerite clamped up immediately.

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

the bed, hurriedly helped him wash up, and

headed downstairs

and the servants