Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 105

Inside the villa at Sapphire Valley Estates.

Yuna and two others had just arrived home and were having a drink when Marguerite and Frederick came in dripping wet.

By that time, Frederick had already put on a bathrobe, while Marguerite was clad in a man's white loungewear, all baggy and sloppy, with the waistband rolled up several times.

Her hair was soaking wet, and her lips were turning purple from the cold, making her look rather pitiful.

Without giving them a chance to catch their breath, Laverne rushed up and started interrogating Frederick.

"Dude, have you made up with Marguerite yet? You two had a big fight yesterday, and Marguerite was very distracted when she was attending to me. You have to make her happy, or I'm the one who's gonna suffer!"

Marguerite raised her head and subconsciously looked at Frederick, only to find him staring back at her.

The flirtatious vibe from the pool mysteriously resurfaced. She lowered her head and muttered, "I'm going upstairs to dry my hair."

And then, with a blush on her face, she made a swift exit.

While sitting on the couch, Yuna watched Marguerite's retreating figure as jealousy burned in her like a fire that threatened to reduce her to ashes.

How annoying!

She had never worn Frederick's clothes, so why should that woman have the privilege?

What the hell had they been up to behind her back?

The more Yuna thought about it, the angrier she became.

Marguerite was such a flirt. If this went on, she would definitely fall out of favor.

No way! She had to have a child with Frederick.

Her heartbeat quickened. Yuna glanced at the glass of water by her side, then at the people talking.

She quietly reached into her bag, found the pill, and surreptitiously dropped it into the glass.

Once the pill had completely dissolved, Yuna picked up the glass and walked over.

"Frederick, where have you guys been? You're all wet." She asked while offering him the glass.

He didn't answer her question or take the glass; he just kept staring at her.

Yuna felt guilty under his gaze. Had he seen her spike the drink?

She tightly clutched the glass, breaking out in a cold sweat. "Frederick, why are you staring at me?"

Frederick’s face was expressionless. "What happened to your face?"

Yuna subconsciously touched her swollen cheek; it was still hot and painful from being slapped.

She glared at Laverne, who was pretending to be innocent, while her eyes blazed with unquenchable rage.

She felt like she had found someone who would stand up for her. Her sense of grievance came to a head, and she was ready to tell on her.

However, Chuck beat her to it. "Mr. Winston, there are lots of mosquitoes on the hill behind us. They always fly to Ms. Yuna's face. Laverne just swatted a few mosquitoes, that's all."