Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 461

Even with half his chest swathed in bandages from a gunshot wound, the potent masculinity and strength that oozed from his presence made Marguerite's cheeks burn with an unbearable heat.

Her gaze inadvertently flickered to him, setting her heartbeat into an erratic sprint.

Frederick's deep-set eyes flashed with impatience as he grumbled, "Drama queen."

It was Marguerite who had insisted he undress, and now that he had, she was acting all bashful about it.

Despite being a mother and having braved various storms in life, Marguerite couldn't seem to cure herself of blushing at the drop of a hat.

And his comment, "Drama queen," snapped her out of her reverie. She lifted her eyelids sharply and said firmly, "Turn around. Your wound is on the back. How am I supposed to treat it like this?"

Frederick regarded her with a cool composure, his eyes shadowed beneath his brow. After a moment's pause, he slowly turned away.

The bandages, soaked through with blood, were a stark and horrifying sight for Marguerite .

The wound was on his back, and his earlier agitation had caused it to reopen and bleed profusely. Even his discarded white shirt was spattered with stains of crimson.

Marguerite carefully unraveled the damp, heavy bandages, feeling as if a twist would wring out a pool of blood without any effort.

But what truly chilled her to the bone was the gaping wound on Frederick 's back.

The muddled flesh and blood stung Marguerite's eyes painfully.

Unexpectedly, her nose tingled, and hot tears flowed down her cheeks as if a dam had burst within her.

Last night, she had been too anxious to examine his wound closely, but now, seeing it in the harsh light of day, her heart twisted with a sharp pang of pain.

How much must he hurt from such a grave injury?

Marguerite sniffled and, with tweezers, picked up a piece of medical gauze soaked in antiseptic, then gently dabbed it onto Frederick 's shoulder.

Hiss— Frederick inhaled sharply with pain, causing Marguerite to flinch and ask worriedly, "Did I hurt you?"

Hearing her voice laced with the sound of tears, Frederick looked over his shoulder at her, surprised. "Why are you crying?"

Marguerite hastily wiped her tears with her sleeve. "It's the medicine... it's too strong, got in my eyes."