Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

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Laverne’s serious expression vanished the moment she heard Frederick’s retort. After swiftly fricking

her son, dead genes with a man of her hand and chuckled. “How could an old gal like me remember so

dearly? Yura says ‘ve been a bit daft since I got better, so how could remember sometinga wak she

said this, a mischievous twinkle flashed in her eyes

Then, as if she had made a decision, she got up and fetched the glass of water Yuna had given her,

placing it next to Fresera

The corner of the man’s mouth twitched in displeasure. “Yuria called you daft?”

“Yep!” Laverne exaggeratedly nodded, glancing at the glass of water. “You’ve been vaccing too much,

so have one weer?

Frederick’s anger hadn’t subsided. He couldn’t believe Yuna had the audacity to call her grandmote

Chemter gednoter’s comery countering tak her kindness, it seemed he had to reconsider his promise to

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marry her.

He took a sip of water, feeling irritated, and Laverne took this opportunity to slip a tube of scar–healing

creams into his hand from her sode. Soortent gu clothes are all ragged, and dress season is just

around the corner. I don’t wanna see her covered in words it’s an geoe the fricking he cant Laveste

pared contentedly and headed upstairs.

Frederick picked up the cream and started to gently rub it in his hands. Then he stood up and headed

towards Marguerite’s room

At this point, Marguerite had just finished her bath and was feeling much more comfortable. She had

finished drying her hair and wes tot botte med bad on and change into her nightgown. Unexpectedly, as

she opened the door, she bumped right into Frederick’s ches

“Ah…” Marguerite’s scream echoed again. “Why are you in my room?”

The incident at the swimming pool had left Marguerite embarrassed, and she had been avoiding him

ever since. She was not ready to face fim yet. And now he had barged into her room?! And she was

only wrapped in a towell

What on earth was this man up to?

Frederick, oblivious to her nervousness, looked her up and down. Her skin was covered in scars of

various sizes, excedaty on her shoulders and ante. Some had faded to te point of being barely

noticeable, while others were quite conspicuous.

His pupils narrowed sharply as a strong urge surged in his heart. He wished he could kick Yuna in the

face for what she had core

What angered him even more was that Marguerite hadn’t said a single word about it allowing the

wounds on her skin to we

His gaze was cold and sharp, making Marguerite uneasy. “Could you wait until I’m dressed before you

come in Ahr Before Marguete could inish te sentence frescence strode forward, grabbed her waist, and

effortlessly lifted her up.

“Frederick, let go of me! What are you doing?” Marguerite struggled, experiencing a brief moment of

weightlessness before landing on the softted.

Marguerite instinctively resisted, but Frederick held her hands with one of his, opened the lid of the

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cream, and gently applied it to Marguete’s scars.

The cool sensation made Marguerite freeze. He was actually there to apply medicine. The scars had

scabbed over and fallen off, so Marguerite dicit feel any can, but the places where the man’s hands

had touched were burning hot. It was a heat of embarrassment

The cream covered her shoulders and arms, and although it looked messy, Frederick’s fingers were

extremely gente as if he were afraid of hurting her. He gently scread the cream evenly and then waited

for the skin to absorb it. Such consideration was something Marguerite had never seen before

He was so close to her that she could even see the tiny fuzz on his cheeks. Marguerite forgot to resist

and just stared at him blarky. She had never noticed how beautiful his man’s eyes were. His deep

pupils seemed to be filled with stars, outshining even the chandelier overhead.

“Take off your towel; let me see your back.” Marguerite, whose eyes were stinging from looking so

intently, softly agreed before immediately realizing her mistake and staring her head. “Take off my

towel? No, no, no! There’s no injury on my back, really!”

She looked at the man’s face, feeling nothing but nervousness and embarrassment

“Stop lying, let me check!” Frederick spoke as he attempted to turn Marguerite around.

Marguerite reacted quickly, placing her hands on Frederick’s chest. Even though she was touching his

shirt, she could feel the heat radiating from him. That warmth was coming from Frederick’s body.

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