Before the man could finish, <b>the </b>door was kicked open with a bang. The door fell t on the ground with a loud noise.
Startled, the man let go of Marguerite and got out of bed in a huff. “Damn it! Can’t you see there are people inside… Ah- Before he could finish, he was punched hard in the face.
Taking advantage <b>of </b><b>the </b>situation<b>, </b>Marguerite got off the bed and hid in a corner, looking towards the door.
<b>She </b>was stunned.
Unexpectedly, two handsome men appeared at the dimly lit doorway.
<b>They </b>appeared like superheroes, their presence overwhelming.
The two men were none other than Frederick <b>and </b>Robert!
Where did theye from?
How dare youy hands on Mr. Winston’s woman?” Robert turned on the light, illuminating Frederick’s face.
The man was scared out of his wits, unable <b>to </b>even apologize.
All he could do was chuckle bitterly within, not expecting Margery to be Frederick’s woman!
And he had offended Frederick.
“Mr. Winston, spare me! I really didn’t know Margery was your woman. If I did, I would never have touched her!”
Without waiting for Frederick to speak, Robert dragged the man out of the room.
“We have ady here, we need to avoid violence. Let’s see, should I chop off your left hand first, or your right hand?”
<b>“Ah</b><b>! </b>Please! Mr. Winston, spare me! I won’t dare again, I won’t dare again…”
The man’s screams faded away in the corridor.
Marguerite hid behind the sofa, cautiously peeping <b>out</b>.
They must have left.
When her vision finally cleared, Frederick’s figure appeared before Marguerite.
Their eyes met, and Marguerite froze.
They had only been apart for a day, but he seemed so different now.
Marguerite looked at Frederick,pletely forgetting that she had removed her mask.
Looking into her eyes made Frederick’s heart ache.
He held Marguerite in his arms and asked, “Are you okay?”
Marguerite’s eyes glistened with unshed tears as she choked out, “I’m fine.”
Frederick gently rubbed Marguerite’s shoulder, feeling like he had lost and regained her.
He rarely felt pity for Marguerite, but the sight of her now evoked an unfamiliar emotion in him.
Familiar yet strange
The familiar thing was her face, but her vulnerability was strange.
The tighter he held her, the more confused Marguerite felt.
She lifted her face and asked tentatively, “Are you, not mad at me anymore?”
Frederick’s thumb gently traced her tender cheek, I don’t know why, but every time I see you, all my anger just disappears. Yuna”
Yuna?
That name pulled Marguerite back from her pleasant fantasy
She instinctively touched her face, realizing she wasn’t wearing her <b>mask</b>.
So, Frederick had saved her not because she was Marguerite, but because he mistakenly thought she was Yuna.
<b>Yes</b>, the one he loved the most <b>was </b>always Yuna.
He even bought an entire street as her birthday gift.
And she, was nothing to him.
Marguerite didn’t know why she felt so wronged, only that the atmosphere was suffocating and oppressive.
She pushed Frederick away abruptly, wiped away her tears and ran out of the room.
hent want to see Frederick anymore, nor did she want to know how much Freitensk