Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 451

Marguerite sat on the edge of her bed, a bemused frown creasing her forehead. What on earth was she supposed to do now?

She couldn’t very well have Yuna come here and take them away. She could already picture it–the accusatory glares, the air thick with the scent of scandal, Yuna summoning the whole household as if she’d caught Marguerite red–handed in some illicit affair.

Then Yuna would undoubtedly play the victim, wailing about the betrayal and how Marguerite had committed the ultimate treachery.

If that happened, Marguerite won’t have peace anymore.

With a resigned sigh, Marguerite scooped Hayes up onto the bed, relenting, “If you need anything, just call for me. I’ll be in the next room over.”

The apartment was a two–bedroom suite, so with Frederick Winston deciding to camp out for the night, Marguerite had no choice but to move to the adjacent room.

Hayes curled into a little ball near the headboard, reaching out with chubby arms, his voice a soft plea, “Daddy… I’m scared…”

Frederick’s brow furrowed, pain sharpening his features. Breathing heavily, he tried to muster a gentle tone, “Boy, can you sleep by yourself tonight?”

Hayes‘ bottom lip quivered, “But… I’m scared…”

the comfort of being held–no kid should have to be brave after facing the threats and

incident had been so severe that Frederick was

to hold his son, but his own body betrayed him; even

turned those hopeful, watery eyes to Marguerite and implored in

bring herself to say no to that face. She embraced Hayes once more, “How about you come sleep with me in the

stay… with

at a loss. So, Hayes wanted to sleep with his father but also wanted Marguerite’s embrace. Were they all supposed

situation was

Chapter 451

her throat firmly, trying to reason with the child, “Hayes, if we do

critical situation. Let Hayes sleep in

as she glanced between the man, writhing in silent agony, and the

in her life, Marguerite felt truly

was a disaster. Could someone extricate her from this

it. Hayes had been through too much, and despite her comforting hold,

impatience and pain, cut through her indecision, “Let’s not waste any more time. If we don’t sleep now, it’ll be morning. Do you want the whole world