Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 110

Marguerite was speechless.

Did this guy just make himself comfy 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.