Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 175

She didn't expect Frederick to make the first move, a fact that left Marguerite rather perplexed.

Following close behind, the waiter brought over ice water and scissors. Frederick took a moment to measure Marguerite's thigh before decisively cutting off most of the denim fabric.

In an instant, Miley cried out in sorrow.

Marguerite's thigh was swollen and covered in blisters. Some had risen into small bumps while others had already burst.

Frederick lowered his gaze, his deep eyes seemed to ignite with a hidden flame. "Quit the fussing, if you're hurt this bad, why aren't you at the hospital?"

It was clear he was directing this at Miley.

Miley didn't expect Frederick's fire to be directed at her. Although displeased, she realized this was a display of his concern for Marguerite. She cast a meaningful look at Yuna, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

"I'm just worried, okay? Our Marguerite is too soft for her own good. She gets bullied and still defends the culprit. She's all alone. If I don't stand up for her, who will?"

Frederick glanced at Miley impatiently, the next second he unscrewed the bottle cap and gently poured the icy water over Marguerite's wound.

The coolness flooded in, a relief compared to the earlier burning sensation, but it still hurt.

Marguerite watched the man kneeling before her, her feelings a tangled mess.

At the same time, she caught a glimpse of Yuna out of the corner of her eye, secretly gauging the woman's expression.

Yuna was green with envy, her teeth gritted as if she wished she could kick Marguerite.

Meanwhile, the waiter responsible for the mishap hid behind Yuna, whispering into her ear.

Marguerite instantly knew what was going on.

"You're Mr. Winston, right? I'm Marguerite's best friend, and I saw everything that happened..."

Marguerite quickly shot Miley a look, signaling her to keep quiet.

Miley's words got stuck in her throat, her expression one of frustration.

But Marguerite's gaze was so sharp and urgent that Miley held her tongue and closed her mouth obediently.

After a long silence, Marguerite suddenly locked eyes with Frederick.

Her watery eyes held a hint of softness and plea, "I'm in pain, could you take me to the hospital?"