Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 108

Laverne's serious expression vanished the moment she heard Frederick's retort. After swiftly finishing her soup, she restored her childish demeanor with a wave of her hand and chuckled. "How could an old gal like me remember so clearly? Yuna says I've been a bit daft since I got better, so how could I remember something from so long ago?" As 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 Frederick.

The corner of the man's mouth twitched in displeasure. "Yuna called you daft?"

"Yep!" Laverne exaggeratedly nodded, glancing at the glass of water. "You've been yapping too much, so have some water."

Frederick's anger hadn't subsided. He couldn't believe Yuna had the audacity to call her grandmother "daft." If even her grandmother's recovery couldn't bring back 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 scar-healing cream into his hand from her pocket. "Go put this on that girl's scars. Her clothes are all ragged, and dress season is just around the corner. I don't wanna see her covered in wounds; it's an eyesore!" After finishing her rant, Laverne yawned 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 Marguerite's room.

At this point, Marguerite had just finished her bath and was feeling much more comfortable. She had finished drying her hair and was about to put her mask back on and change into her nightgown. Unexpectedly, as she opened the door, she bumped right into Frederick's chest.

"Ah…" Marguerite's scream echoed again. “Why are you in my room?”

The incident at the swimming pool had left Marguerite embarrassed, and she had been avoiding him ever since. She was not ready to face him yet. And now he had barged into her room?! And she was only wrapped in a towel!

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, especially on her shoulders and arms. Some had faded to the point of being barely noticeable, while others were quite conspicuous.