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…”

softened at the sight of his son. The little guy just wanted the comfort of being held–no

severe that Frederick was already considering getting Robert to give Hayes psychological

own body betrayed him; even the slightest movement was

father more pain, so he turned those hopeful, watery eyes to

Hayes once more, “How about you come sleep with me in

wanna stay… with

his father but also wanted

situation was getting

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reason with the child, “Hayes, if we do that, Auntie will end up

Hayes sleep in the middle,”

her as she glanced between the man, writhing in

in her life, Marguerite felt truly

a disaster. Could someone extricate her from

was no way around it. Hayes had been through too much, and despite her comforting hold,

propped against the headboard, his face a mask of impatience and pain, cut through her indecision, “Let’s not waste