Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 101

Frederick was still in the water, his eyes fixed on Marguerite but he didn't utter a word.

The more quiet he was, the more uneasy Marguerite felt.

She couldn't focus, not daring to meet the man's gaze. Her eyes darted about aimlessly but inadvertently locked onto his.

In that moment, Marguerite felt like a thief caught in the act; her panic kicking up a notch.

Sadie relished the sight and couldn't resist stirring the pot, "Ms. Lockwood, there's no ladder in this pool. Mr. Winston's been swimming for a while and he might be pooped. Fancy giving him a hand?"

Marguerite sucked in a breath. Her muscles were taut and she muttered awkwardly, "Um... I'll pull you up."

With that, she approached the pool, hesitantly reaching out her hand towards him.

Seeing her so jumpy, a mischievous glint appeared in Frederick's eyes.

He had never seen this feminine side of Marguerite. She was like a scared little kitten waiting for his reassurance.

How great it would be if she was like this every day.

In that way, he wouldn't always lose his temper with her.

Frederick's face softened. He quickly turned and swam towards Marguerite.

Her arm was getting tired from holding it up in the air. When Frederick's cold hand shot out of the water, their hands were clasping. Marguerite felt like she'd been zapped, instinctively wanting to pull her hand back.

Unexpectedly, he held onto her warm little hand tightly and kicked off the pool floor; his upper body shot out of the water.

His knee hit the pool edge and splashed some water onto Marguerite, making her shirt see-through.

Startled, Marguerite quickly covered her chest. But it was too late.

Next thing she knew, she felt a shove from behind and involuntarily hurled herself at him.

Almost simultaneously, Marguerite felt a tight grip around her waist. Then she heard a loud splash accompanied by a brief sensation of weightlessness.

They fell into the water together, locked in an embrace.