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Chapter 41
Chapter 41
Instead of having a good rest in her room, she popped up in his bed. This had Frederick all kinds of confused. He saw her trembling like a leaf and it tore at his heart. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.
He didn’t wanna spook Marguerite, so he made his steps as light and slow as possible.
But no matter how careful he was, her quivering just got worse.
When Frederick got closer, he bent down to soothe her, gently laying his hand on her.
He was about to say something when he heard Marguerite’s shaky voice. “I have nothing. I have no money for you. Please don’t hit me.”
She had been locked up in that dark warehouse for three days, tortured by darkness and pain.
This was Marguerite’s reaction after her trauma. Even though she knew she was back at Sapphire Valley Estates, every little noise sent fear spiraling through her uncontrollably.
She didn’t feel safe. She mistook Frederick for a burglar and she was scared out of her wits.
Seeing Marguerite’s reaction, Frederick felt his heart clenched. When she said “don’t hit me”, it tugged at his heartstrings.
He let out a soft sigh, his face darkening, and he said in a tender voice, “I won’t hit you.”
When Marguerite heard Frederick’s deep voice, her heart raced.
She slowly pulled back the covers, giving Frederick a wary look.
Seeing Marguerite curled up in bed, Frederick was filled with pity.
“Are you scared?” He sat down on the edge of the bed, asking softly..
Marguerite nodded, her big eyes clear as water. She whispered a reply.
“Did you wander into my room on your own?” Frederick asked again.
Marguerite shook her head, her face flushed from the warmth of the blanket.
Her voice was weak, as if she was afraid he’d blow his top, so she was super careful.
“No, I woke up in bed. Sadie and the doctor were there, and you can ask them.”
Seeing her tread on eggshells like that, Frederick felt even more heartbroken.
What the hell did she go through in those three days that left her so scared?
Frederick composed himself, then climbed into bed next to Marguerite.
Marguerite was startled and instinctively moved away, asking in alarm, “What are you doing?”
Frederick held out his arms to her, “Are you scared? Come here. I’ll hold you.”
Marguerite blushed, “I don’t need that.”
“Are you playing hard to get?”
Just as Frederick finished speaking, a bolt of lightning sliced through the sky outside the window, followed by a thunderclap that was deafening. Marguerite was scared out of her wits by the thunder. She lost control and flipped over, quickly burrowing into Frederick’s arms.
The rain was pouring down like peas, falling uncontrollably to make a pitter-patter sound.
But at this moment, Frederick’s mood was unusually calm.
He slightly bent his arm, holding Marguerite even tighter, gently turning her over. His sharp chin rested perfectly on top of Marguerite’s head.
Marguerite’s trembling body gradually calmed down under Frederick’s comforting hold. And in the place she couldn’t see, the corners of Frederick’s mouth curved up, revealing endless joy.