Chapter 108
Bride Behind The Mask
Laverneâs serious expression vanished the moment she heard Frederickâs retort. After swiftly fricking her son, dead genes with a man of her hand and chuckled. âHow could an old gal like me remember so dearly? Yura says âve 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 manâs mouth twitched in displeasure. âYuria called you daft?â
âYep!â Laverne exaggeratedly nodded, glancing at the glass of water. âYouâve been vaccing too much, so have one weer?
Frederickâs anger hadnât subsided. He couldnât believe Yuna had the audacity to call her grandmote Chemter gednoterâs comery countering tak her kindness, it seemed he had to reconsider his promise to marry her.
He took a sip of water, feeling irritated, and Laverne took this opportunity to slip a tube of scarâhealing creams into his hand from her sode. Soortent gu clothes are all ragged, and dress season is just around the corner. I donât wanna see her covered in words itâs 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 Margueriteâs 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 Frederickâs ches âAhâ¦â Margueriteâs scream echoed again. âWhy are you in my room?â
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 hadnât said a single word about it allowing the wounds on her skin to we His gaze was cold and sharp, making Marguerite uneasy. âCould you wait until Iâm dressed before you come in Ahr Before Marguete could inish te sentence frescence strode forward, grabbed her waist, and effortlessly lifted her up.
âFrederick, let go of me! What are you doing?â 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 cream, and gently applied it to Margueteâs 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 manâs hands had touched were burning hot. It was a heat of embarrassment The cream covered her shoulders and arms, and although it looked messy, Frederickâs 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 manâs eyes were. His deep pupils seemed to be filled with stars, outshining even the chandelier overhead.
âTake off your towel; let me see your back.â Marguerite, whose eyes were stinging from looking so intently, softly agreed before immediately realizing her mistake and staring her head. âTake off my towel? No, no, no! Thereâs no injury on my back, really!â
She looked at the manâs face, feeling nothing but nervousness and embarrassment âStop lying, let me check!â Frederick spoke as he attempted to turn Marguerite around.
Marguerite reacted quickly, placing her hands on Frederickâs chest. Even though she was touching his shirt, she could feel the heat radiating from him. That warmth was coming from Frederickâs body.