Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 228

Marguerite was taken aback.

But on second thought, it wasn't an unreasonable request.

Everyone has their moments of sorrow, and it's natural to seek a comforting embrace during those times, regardless of the emotional implications.

Marguerite bit her lip, shuffling gingerly towards him. Before she got within arm's reach, his long arm looped around her waist, pulling her close.

Marguerite stood, while Frederick sat, his head buried in her waist, his breathing deep and heavy.

His warm breath enveloped her stomach, a comforting sensation, but Marguerite knew that Frederick was far from comforted.

Feeling somewhat helpless, she could only stroke his hair gently, her voice shaky as she murmured, "You can't fall apart. If you do, Jocelyn won't have anyone to protect her."

Marguerite had faith in Frederick's strength, but she was terrified that he might crumble.

His loss of smell, a vulnerability he had always kept hidden, was now common knowledge, and even a subject of mockery. Marguerite couldn't believe that it didn't affect him.

Meanwhile, the arm around her waist tightened, making it harder for Marguerite to breathe and her thoughts to scatter.

To Frederick, this embrace may have been a simple act of comfort.

But for Marguerite, it wasn't that simple.

She had to admit, she enjoyed the feeling of being needed by a man. Because it was in these moments that she truly felt like his wife.

Marguerite chided herself for her greed, but the thought of their inevitable divorce stirred a complex mix of emotions within her.

She knew all too well that for her, love was a luxury.

She had been starved of love from a young age, and when she finally fell in love, she wished to give her all.

But why did she have to fall for a man with whom she had no future?

As Marguerite thought about this, she felt tears welling up in her eyes. It was at this moment that Jocelyn walked in.