Laverne’s serious expression vanished the moment she heard Frederick’s retort. After swiftly fricking her son, dead genes with a man of her hand and chuckled. “How could an old gal like me remember so dearly? Yura says ‘ve been a bit daft since I got better, so how could remember sometinga wak she said this, a mischievous twinkle flashed in her eyes
Then, as if she had made a decision, she got up and fetched the glass of water Yuna had given her, placing it next to Fresera
The corner of the man’s mouth twitched in displeasure. “Yuria called you daft?”
“Yep!” Laverne exaggeratedly nodded, glancing at the glass of water. “You’ve been vaccing too much, so have one weer?
Frederick’s anger hadn’t subsided. He couldn’t believe Yuna had the audacity to call her grandmote Chemter gednoter’s comery countering tak her kindness, it seemed he had to reconsider his promise to marry her.
He took a sip of water, feeling irritated, and Laverne took this opportunity to slip a tube of scar–healing creams into his hand from her sode. Soortent gu clothes are all ragged, and dress season is just around the corner. I don’t wanna see her covered in words it’s an geoe the fricking he cant Laveste pared contentedly and headed upstairs.
Frederick picked up the cream and started to gently rub it in his hands. Then he stood up and headed towards Marguerite’s room
At this point, Marguerite had just finished her bath and was feeling much more comfortable. She had finished drying her hair and wes tot botte med bad on and change into her nightgown. Unexpectedly, as she opened the door, she bumped right into Frederick’s ches
“Ah…” Marguerite’s scream echoed again. “Why are you in my room?”
The incident at the swimming pool had left Marguerite embarrassed, and she had been avoiding him ever since. She was not ready to face fim yet. And now he had barged into her room?! And she was only wrapped in a towell
What on earth was this man up to?
Frederick, oblivious to her nervousness, looked her up and down. Her skin was covered in scars of various sizes, excedaty on her shoulders and ante. Some had faded to te point of being barely noticeable, while others were quite conspicuous.
His pupils narrowed sharply as a strong urge surged in his heart. He wished he could kick Yuna in the face for what she had core
What angered him even more was that Marguerite hadn’t said a single word about it allowing the wounds on her skin to we
His gaze was cold and sharp, making Marguerite uneasy. “Could you wait until I’m dressed before you come in Ahr Before Marguete could inish te sentence frescence strode forward, grabbed her waist, and effortlessly lifted her up.
“Frederick, let go of me! What are you doing?” Marguerite struggled, experiencing a brief moment of weightlessness before landing on the softted.
Marguerite instinctively resisted, but Frederick held her hands with one of his, opened the lid of the cream, and gently applied it to Marguete’s scars.
The cool sensation made Marguerite freeze. He was actually there to apply medicine. The scars had scabbed over and fallen off, so Marguerite dicit feel any can, but the places where the man’s hands had touched were burning hot. It was a heat of embarrassment
The cream covered her shoulders and arms, and although it looked messy, Frederick’s fingers were extremely gente as if he were afraid of hurting her. He gently scread the cream evenly and then waited for the skin to absorb it. Such consideration was something Marguerite had never seen before
He was so close to her that she could even see the tiny fuzz on his cheeks. Marguerite forgot to resist and just stared at him blarky. She had never noticed how beautiful his man’s eyes were. His deep pupils seemed to be filled with stars, outshining even the chandelier overhead.
“Take off your towel; let me see your back.” Marguerite, whose eyes were stinging from looking so intently, softly agreed before immediately realizing her mistake and staring her head. “Take off my towel? No, no, no! There’s no injury on my back, really!”
She looked at the man’s face, feeling nothing but nervousness and embarrassment
“Stop lying, let me check!” Frederick spoke as he attempted to turn Marguerite around.
Marguerite reacted quickly, placing her hands on Frederick’s chest. Even though she was touching his shirt, she could feel the heat radiating from him. That warmth was coming from Frederick’s body.