Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 622

Meanwhile, at the other room...

Marguerite finally came to terms with the stubborn door that refused to budge.

When she returned to the bedroom, Frederick was still sprawled out on the plush king-size bed, his body limp with the weight of sleep.

He had passed out fully clothed, succumbing to the intoxicating embrace of too many drinks.

Marguerite turned off the glaring chandelier, leaving only the soft glow of a bedside lamp to illuminate the room. She dashed to the bathroom to fetch a damp washcloth, intent on wiping Frederick’s face clean.

She held no fear of waking him, nor did she dread any advances he might make should he stir from his stupor.

Since leaving was out of the question, she might as well stay and let him sleep comfortably through the night. After all, his overindulgence was entirely the fault of her own abysmal gaming skills.

The warm cloth glided across his flushed cheeks, deepening the rosy hue of his skin.

He seemed to be in a deep slumber, his breathing steady and rhythmic.

Marguerite knelt on the carpet, her upper body hovering over Frederick, her movements gentle as she tended to him.

After she was done, she considered turning off the lamp and settling for the couch, but the dim light cast such an attractive glow on Frederick’s handsome features that she couldn't help but linger.

His sharp, angular features seemed to soften in sleep, and even the fine fuzz on his face took on a cozy warmth.

Under the influence of some unnamed desire, Marguerite found her warm fingers tracing the arch of his brow, then drifting down to his closed eyes, along his nose, and finally to the center of his lips.

His lips were pale but felt soft to the touch, like jelly.

She indulged in this tactile exploration without any concern that he might suddenly awake. For only in these inebriated moments did she dare to look at him so closely.

Time passed, and Marguerite couldn't bring herself to leave. She yearned to wrap her arms around him, to press her face against his chest.

But reason held her back; she couldn't act on her desires.

The painful reality of being so close yet so far brought tears to her eyes, which she struggled to control.