Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 109

Even with Marguerite's limited experience, she knew exactly what Frederick's reaction was at that moment.

She instinctively looked up at him. His face was flushed as sweat moistened his hair, and his breathing seemed a little ragged.

"Frederick, you... What's wrong with you? Your face is so red... uh."

Her words abruptly stopped, as Frederick suddenly kissed her.

It was a fierce kiss that left Marguerite breathless.

His kiss was both urgent and intense; he was like a monster that wanted to devour Marguerite.

The familiar taste stirred Frederick's nerves.

"No, don't..." Marguerite bit her lower lip as her face filled with shame.

In an instant, she recalled the feelings of that night.

The scenes from that night overlapped with the present, leaving Frederick unable to distinguish whether what was happening was his memory or reality.

"Frederick, can you calm down? I beg you... please... don't touch me..."

Tears uncontrollably slid down from the corners of her eyes.

She had no idea what had happened to Frederick. He was just fine a moment ago, but then suddenly changed.

She would rather have him hit or scold her than hurt her dignity in such a way.

Frederick’s back suddenly stiffened, his hands propped on both sides of her body, and he slowly raised his disheveled body.

A hint of confusion flashed in his eyes, as well as surprise and disbelief.

Previously, the familiarity that Marguerite gave him was only preliminary; now, it had become stronger.

It was as if the woman who had been with him that night was her, not Yuna.

His thoughts shifted too violently. He didn't notice that the woman under him had already slipped out of his arms and then awkwardly hid at the head of the bed, hugging her body tightly.

"Frederick, did you... mistake me for someone else? Should I call Yuna over?"

She trembled nervously all over.

After hearing Yuna's name, Frederick finally sobered up completely.

The redness on his face receded, and he became serious. Frederick got off the bed and went straight into the bathroom of Marguerite's room.

Soon, the sound of shower water came from the bathroom.

Marguerite got chills. She frantically put on her pajamas and then hurriedly tried to pull the door open.

But the door was either locked from the outside or broken. Marguerite shook the doorknob and found it completely impossible to open.

She gritted her teeth, struggling with the doorknob for a while. As her sweat dripped down like rain, the bathroom door opened.

Marguerite was startled. She retreated to the corner like a scared bird, her eyes filled with fear.

"You... Don't come over!"