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.

tightened with worry, her

wrong? Are

in quickly, pulling Hayes into a

night; he probably didn’t get enough rest. Stop grilling him,

as Marguerite protectively drew Hayes close, her eyes flashing

earth did he cheat death? And

in Yuna’s mind that

how could Frederick possibly stay calm

was full of doubts, but couldn’t for the life of her figure

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

the little guy, “Hayes, there are

mid–step, turning to Marguerite with a pleading

he was

over, “Jocelyn, Hayes didn’t get much sleep last night. Let him eat upstairs just this

Jocelyn couldn’t refuse and

dashed

excuse to return to

in the center of the bedroom, desperately spinning with