Bride Behind The Mask

Chapter 68

Marguerite didn’t see it coming, not at all when Frederick suddenly went all caveman on her.

No matter how much she squirmed, he wouldn’t let go, holding on to her like a lifeline. Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

“Frederick, let me go!” she demanded.

She pounded on his chest, but her feeble strength tickled him.

“Cut it out. If you keep struggling, there will be hell to pay!”

With that, Frederick had already dragged her to the parking lot. He opened the car door and tossed her in the back seat. He then coldly ordered the driver, “Home.”

Seeing Frederick’s domineering attitude, the driver got the jitters.

He swallowed hard, stepped on the gas, and drove home without looking at the duo in the back seat.

Frederick held Marguerite in his arms, the embrace far from tender. His grip was so tight it was causing her pain.

Marguerite knew she was stuck in Frederick’s grasp, so she lay helplessly in his arms, her tears betraying her and spilling down her face.

Feeling his chest wet, Frederick realized the woman in his hold was crying.

His emotions were all over the place, one minute angry, the next filled with guilt.

He felt her pain and gradually loosened his hold on her.

He thought she would seize the opportunity to escape, but Marguerite didn’t move. She just lay on him, sobbing.

Frederick was all mixed up.

He couldn’t say anything to comfort her and gently wiped away her tears.

Soon, the car pulled into Sapphire Valley Estates and stopped at the villa.

Frederick carried Marguerite out of the car. Amid the surprised glances of everyone, he took her straight to the bedroom.

He shut the door with his foot, put down Marguerite, and immediately locked the door.

Marguerite rushed at the lock. “Let me out!”

Frederick, with a frown, blocked her. “We need to talk.”

Marguerite’s face was streaked with tears. Her voice was full of sorrow. “What’s there to talk about? We are like oil and water, Frederick! What have I done to deserve this? Why are you always like this with me? I know you love Yuna and want to solve all her problems! But her problems aren’t my doing. I’ve never hurt her! It was she who copied my work! I had to fight tooth and nail to clear my name. Was it too much to ask for an apology? I know you can’t stand me, always thinking I have an ulterior motive. But think about it, have I ever used my status as your wife to gain anything? Have I ever spent a dime of your money?”

Marguerite’s grievances spilled out all at once, her words tumbling out in a rush.

For a moment, Frederick was at a loss for words.

He felt for Marguerite, and her words left him speechless.

For some reason, he gently cupped Marguerite’s neck, his lips suddenly covering hers.

Her familiar scent gradually drew him in, and he once again held her slim waist tight.

He spun around with Marguerite, pressing her against the cold door.

Marguerite’s eyelashes quivered. She was frozen in place, her eyes wide with disbelief as she stared at the man before her.

Her mind went blank, and her heart pounded fast.

For some reason, Frederick’s kiss reminded Marguerite of the stranger from that night.

The stranger had also gripped her neck and kissed her deeply that night, just like Frederick.

It was odd. Why did she get this feeling?