Chapter 110

Marguerite was speechless.

Did this guy just make himself comity on the bed like it was the most natural thing in the world?

Then where the hell was she supposed to sleep?

On the floor?

He was the one who barged in, and now she was supposed to crash on the floor?

Marguerite was getting more and more ticked off. She stood there brooding for a while before she finally managed to pull herself together and marched over to Frederick, ready to unleash all her grievances.

But when she saw Frederick’s closed eyes and heard his steady breathing. Marguerite couldn’t get a word out.

Did he just fall asleep?

That was fast!

Marguerite waved her hand in front of his eyes and whispered. “Frederick?”

All she got was dead silence.

Feeling a bit let down, Marguerite realized that there was no way the arrogant Frederick would ever be generous enough to give up the bed to her.

So she had no choice but to dig out a comforter from the wardrobe, dim the bedside lamp, and set up her bedding on the floor.

The bedside lamp was slightly above Marguerite’s head. When she stood up to turn it off, she glanced at Frederick, who was lying on the bed.

The dim light softened Frederick’s usually cold face.

He looked peaceful at the moment and even had a slight smile on his lips.

She’d never seen Frederick like this before; it surprised her quite a bit. He even looked gentle.

In fact, he could be gentle a lot of the time, like when he applied medicine for her just now, or when he took her to Grandeur Square Mall and held her close when things got chaotic But he could also be really mean.

He always misunderstood her and said things that made her feel insulted.

With these thoughts in her mind, Marguerite sighed and muttered. “Which one is the real you?“, She shook off her thoughts and reached out to turn off the lamp.

But as the room plunged into darkness, a strong arm circled around her waist and pulled her onto the bed, right into his arms.

Marguerite’s mind went blank.

Wasn’t he supposed to be asleep?

“You’re noisy.” Frederick’s voice was husky, his deep voice sounded oddly pleasant to Marguerite.

Feeling nervous, Marguerite swallowed hard, and her heart started racing. “Sorry, I thought you were asleep. I’ll go back to the floor; I won’t disturb you.”

As she finished speaking, she tried to sit up, but Frederick pulled her back into his arms.

“No need. You’ll be quiet if we sleep together.”

Facing away from him, his shallow breath brushed against her neck, almost driving Marguerite insane.

She was afraid he would do something like before, so she carefully said, “I only said one thing; I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“What are you rambling about?” Frederick moved his head closer to her neck. “You were looking at me for a long time, weren’t you?”

“Weren’t you asleep? Marguerite couldn’t control the volume of her voice.

Frederick suddenly laughed. “How could I possibly be asleep?”

“What?” Frederick’s laughter left Marguerite confused.

Why was he laughing?

That was unsettling.

Frederick shook his head behind her. “Never mind.”

An hour ago, this woman had him all fired up. And now he was stuck in this tiny room with her, so there was no way he could sleep.

He was a normal man, after all, What man could control his body’s reactions?

Marguerite didn’t know how complicated Frederick’s feelings were, but one thing was certain: she wasn’t getting off the bed tonight.

Since she was here, she might as well stay.

Since she couldn’t resist, she might as well accept it.

Besides, after a long day, she was tired.

Just when Marguerite was about to fall asleep, a soft magnetic voice broke the silence.

“Marguerite.” He called her name.

“Hmm?” Marguerite mumbled, caught between sleep and wakefulness.

“I want you to come with me to my father’s sixtieth birthday party in a few days.”