Bride Behind The Mask

Chapter 69

Marguerite was so caught up in this intense confusion that she even forgot to resist until the next second when the sting on her lips brought her back to reality.

This guy just bit her!

Marguerite pushed Frederick away.

His sudden kiss left her feeling embarrassed and flustered. She raised her arm to slap him, but he quickly grabbed her wrist.

Frederick’s lips, now unusually rosy from the kiss, shimmered under the light.

Unable to meet his gaze, Marguerite turned her face away, her tone a bit pissed, “If you want to talk, just talk. Why did you have to kiss me?”

Frederick’s eyes were deep, a glint flashing in his pupils.

Facing the woman before him, he seemed to lose control again.

“Somebody’s been running their mouth lately, spewing nonsense, and it’s been getting on my nerves. I had to teach her a lesson. Hopefully, she’ll remember it.”

Marguerite jerked her arm out of his grasp, her cheeks flushed, “What nonsense? I only stated the facts. You were in the wrong.”

Just as Marguerite was speaking, Frederick suddenly pulled out a small jewelry box as if by magic.

Inside was a simple necklace.

The silver chain was understated, with a white pearl pendant that was crystal clear.

It was a design that would suit any girl.

Marguerite blinked, clueless about Frederick’s intentions.

Unexpectedly, the man took out the necklace and put it around her neck, his arms wrapping around her shoulders.

Marguerite looked at his handsome face so close that her breath hitched.

“Don’t think that just because you gave me a necklace, I’ll forgive you,” Marguerite grumbled haughtily.

“You said you lost a necklace here. I don’t want to owe you anything, so I got you another one.”

The man had put the necklace on her, and his fingers lightly touched the pearl.

His fingertips brushed against Marguerite’s skin, sending a tingling sensation through her body.

“I don’t know how expensive the necklace you lost was, but since I’m giving you one, it’s definitely more expensive.”

Marguerite felt awkward and tried to hide her panic with an indifferent attitude, “There’s nothing more valuable than my necklace.”

Frederick’s smile faded, and his face tightened, showing his displeasure, “Marguerite.”

“But I quite like it,” Marguerite hurriedly added. Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

The man’s anger vanished instantly, his eyebrows raising slightly, his expression confident and dominant, “Say that again?” Marguerite’s lips curled up slightly. She touched the pearl and looked up at him, saying earnestly, “I said, I really like this necklace you gave me.”

Hearing this, Frederick’s mood finally improved.

He suddenly leaned over, grabbed her face, and pinched it with a punishing gesture, “If you dare to take it off, you’re dead meat.” Marguerite looked at his fierce expression, furrowed her brows, and tried to pull away, “Alright, alright. Can you let go? It hurts.”

Her cheeks were plump and cute, and Frederick felt like he could feel the collagen when he pinched her.

Her lips pursed together due to the force of his pinch.

Frederick’s gaze landed on her lips, and his desire nearly made him lose control.

Realizing he was losing control, he immediately let go of her and turned away to avoid her gaze, “Clear your schedule for tomorrow. We’re going out.”

Marguerite rubbed her sore cheek, “Tomorrow? What are you up to?”

“Don’t ask so many questions,” Frederick said impatiently, “Aren’t you leaving yet, or do you want to?”

“I’m leaving now!”

Without hesitation, Marguerite turned around, opened the door, and ran out of his room.

She was so nervous that she was like a scared little bunny, bumping around, and Frederick was afraid she might trip.

It wasn’t until she was back in her room that her racing heart began to calm down.

She leaned on the vanity, gasping for air.

When she looked up, she saw her flushed cheeks in the mirror.

Slowly, hesitantly, she touched her lips that Frederick had kissed, her heart filled with mixed feelings.

The man had kissed her, and her emotional defenses, her barrier to protect herself, seemed slowly crumbling, falling apart.