Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 8

Marguerite's eyes were wide and bright, filled with panic. "It's just... just a piece of jewelry I've worn since I was a kid."

Frederick looked at the woman beneath him, obviously terrified. His anger was somehow mysteriously fading away.

Why?

He hated being used by women the most, and Marguerite coming to his bed in the middle of the night clearly had an ulterior motive.

But he just couldn't unleash all his anger towards her.

It was like this in the afternoon, and it's the same now.

Frederick felt helpless and could only sternly warn her, "Don't take me for a fool. If you step out of line again, I'll make you wish you were dead."

The man was intimidating. His hawk-like eyes alone were enough to make her tremble uncontrollably.

Frederick looked at her, his gaze suddenly turning cold and stern. "Do you understand?"

"...Yeah."

Marguerite was felling uneasy under his gaze. Frederick noticed this and wanted to let her go.

But just as he was about to let go of her, her faint voice came pleading, "Since you're awake, can you... let me search a little longer?"

Frederick was speechless.

Did he not make himself clear, or was this woman just too cheeky?

But Marguerite's eyes were sincere, her tone urgent. "That necklace means a lot to me."

Frederick's face slightly changed, his grip on her wrist suddenly tightened.

The sudden force made Marguerite tense. She knew she had said too much, but she had to find that necklace. She had no choice but to negotiate with Frederick.

He just stared at her in silence. Marguerite bit her lip and pleaded weakly, "I beg you."

I beg you...

Frederick's heart was touched by Marguerite's soft voice, like a beautiful melody resonating in his heart.

Unexpectedly, he recalled their one-night stand from the previous night. In the dark, Yuna had also pleaded with him in such a tone.

How could he feel the same way with Marguerite?

And the sudden rise in body temperature made him realize something was off with his body.

Frederick was annoyed and released Marguerite, his gaze carrying a hint of unease.

"You have one minute."