Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 133

Frederick took a good look at Marguerite.

Seeing her frail body, her hands with skin peeling off tightly clutching her long skirt, revealing a pair of blurred and dirty feet.

The man's gaze paused, his heart skipped a beat.

Oh, this is bad!

How did this woman end up like this?

No doubt, Frederick felt bad for her.

But his sympathy lasted only for two seconds before he forcibly suppressed it.

He said to himself, "Frederick, haven't you realized it? Isn't this woman just trying to arouse your protective instincts with her pitiful appearance? But in reality, she's cunning and manipulative. What's more, she's carrying another man's child without your knowledge. Do you really want to continue being fooled by her?"

Frederick gritted his teeth, his temple veins throbbing violently, "What's the matter, can't speak all of a sudden?"

Marguerite shook her head, "No... it's not like that. I just... don't know where to start."

Frederick had misjudged her many times, but each time Marguerite chose to remain silent, quietly bearing all the accusations.

Back then, she was proud and stubborn, always thinking that if the other party didn't believe her, any explanation would be useless.

She was unwilling to bow her head and beg others to believe her.

However, when she actually wanted to explain something, she became speechless.

She had borne so many accusations, in front of Frederick, she was a completely disgraced woman.

Oh my god!

How should she speak to make Frederick believe her?

"Hmm, don't know where to start?" The man arrogantly descended from the spiral staircase, step by step approaching Marguerite, then harshly grabbed her neck.

Marguerite's throat suddenly tightened, she couldn't breathe.

"Of course you don't know where to start because you're carrying someone else's child. That's a fact. What excuse do you plan to use now?"

Tears welled up in Marguerite's big eyes, "It was my fault, but I am also a victim. Frederick, the child was an accident, I... I was forced..."

Her voice got weaker and weaker towards the end.

That was the past she least wanted to remember, and the humiliation she least wanted to accept.

Frederick seemed to have heard a very funny joke, asking, "Forced? So you're saying you were raped?"

She bit her lip, tears filled her eyes again.

She sat upright, too pained to speak, could only nod her head with deep humiliation.