Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 453

Yuna’s eyes bulged with incredulity, the redness seeping into her vision as she struggled to comprehend what was unfolding before her. But even more overwhelming than the shock was her raging frustration.

Ever since she heard the news of Barnes‘ success the night before, she had been over the moon. But now, seeing the little brat standing right in front of her, completely unscathed and not even sporting a scratch, Yuna’s heart twisted with loathing.

From the living room came the clatter of someone rushing in. Teresa, breathless with concern, latched onto Hayes‘ arm and began inspecting him anxiously, “Little mute, are you alright? Did you get hurt anywhere?”

Hayes blinked, guilt flickering in his eyes as he glanced at Marguerite.

Did Teresa know something? Why was she immediately asking if he was hurt?

Trying to steady his nerves, Hayes shook his head, “No, I’m fine.”

Teresa finally exhaled a long sigh of relief, her small hands patting her chest.

“That was a false alarm! Little mute, I had this nightmare where a ghoul with a gun shot you, and there was so much blood… It scared the living daylights out of me!”

Marguerite was taken aback. Did Teresa have some sort of sixth sense linked to Hayes? Guns and blood – both keywords fit last night’s events to a T!

And in Hayes‘ mind, the horrifying images from the night before resurfaced, sending shivers down his spine.

with worry, her features contorting

what’s wrong? Are you nervous? You’re

into a comforting

late last night; he probably didn’t get enough rest. Stop grilling him, it’s time for

Marguerite protectively drew Hayes close,

last night! But how on earth did he cheat death? And was it Marguerite who

in Yuna’s mind that Hayes was

Frederick possibly stay calm and work overtime at the office,

was full of doubts, but couldn’t for the

mind heavy with thoughts, barely touching her food. Under the table, her fingers furiously typed a message to Barnes. Damn it! Barnes wasn’t responding! Meanwhile, Hayes, in a frenzy, took a few bites of his food and then grabbed his bowl of oatmeal, then went back

guy, “Hayes, there are rules

to Marguerite with

serious, and he was so weak; he

didn’t get much sleep last night. Let him eat

word, Jocelyn couldn’t refuse and allowed

dashed up the

uneasy, found an excuse to return to

center of the bedroom, desperately spinning with the oatmeal in