Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 452

Hayes had spent the entire night nestled into Marguerite's arm, sound asleep.

For Marguerite, it wasn't the most comfortable position, but somehow she slept like a baby.

The next morning, it was the weight of a brute force that woke her.

Blearily opening her eyes, the first thing she saw was the Adam's apple of a man.

His distinct jaw rested atop Marguerite's head, his strong arm wrapped tightly around her waist.

Marguerite was startled! She realized Hayes and her were completely trapped in Frederick’s embrace, and he was holding her tight!

Her cheeks flushed, and her heart started racing, making it hard for her to catch her breath.

She glanced down at the little guy in her arms and to her surprise, Hayes was up before her, gazing at her with puppy-dog eyes.

The little boy was squished in the middle, his cheeks red and his forehead sweaty.

Marguerite whispered, "Is it a bit tight?"

Hayes gasped, his eyes filled with a plaintive look, "Can't... breathe..."

Seeing his pitiful expression, Marguerite had to suppress a chuckle.

"How about we push him off? You nudge him with your bum, and I'll push his shoulder. We'll do it quietly, don't want to wake him."

The little guy blinked, nodding in agreement, "Okay."

Marguerite carefully extracted her arm and her hand found its way to Frederick's shoulder.

She counted to three in her head and then, with Hayes, gave a great heave, rolling Frederick to the side.

Their breathing eased instantly, but then came a heavy sigh from above. Frederick was awake!

They clammed up, exchanging wide-eyed looks, their hearts in their throats. This was not good.

They might have used too much force, aggravating Frederick's wounds.

He must be furious, right?

"What time is it?" Sure enough, Frederick's voice, gruff with irritation, broke the silence.