Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 451

Marguerite sat on the edge of her bed, a bemused frown creasing her forehead. What on earth was she supposed to do now?

She couldn't very well have Yuna come here and take them away. She could already picture it—the accusatory glares, the air thick with the scent of scandal, Yuna summoning the whole household as if she'd caught Marguerite red-handed in some illicit affair.

Then Yuna would undoubtedly play the victim, wailing about the betrayal and how Marguerite had committed the ultimate treachery.

If that happened, Marguerite won’t have peace anymore.

With a resigned sigh, Marguerite scooped Hayes up onto the bed, relenting, "If you need anything, just call for me. I'll be in the next room over."

The apartment was a two-bedroom suite, so with Frederick Winston deciding to camp out for the night, Marguerite had no choice but to move to the adjacent room.

Hayes curled into a little ball near the headboard, reaching out with chubby arms, his voice a soft plea, "Daddy... I’m scared..."

Frederick's brow furrowed, pain sharpening his features. Breathing heavily, he tried to muster a gentle tone, "Boy, can you sleep by yourself tonight?"

Hayes' bottom lip quivered, "But... I'm scared..."

Frederick's heart softened at the sight of his son. The little guy just wanted the comfort of being held—no kid should have to be brave after facing the threats and fears they had encountered today.

The incident had been so severe that Frederick was already considering getting Robert to give Hayes psychological counseling.

He wanted to hold his son, but his own body betrayed him; even the slightest movement was excruciating.

Hayes didn't want to cause his father more pain, so he turned those hopeful, watery eyes to Marguerite and implored in his childlike voice, "Auntie... your turn to cuddle?"

Marguerite couldn't bring herself to say no to that face. She embraced Hayes once more, "How about you come sleep with me in the next room?"

"No... wanna stay... with Daddy..."

Marguerite was at a loss. So, Hayes wanted to sleep with his father but also wanted Marguerite's embrace. Were they all supposed to share the same bed?