Chapter 108


    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 shed in her eyes


    Then, as if she had made a decision, she got up and fetched the ss of water Yuna had given her,


    cing it next to Fresera


    The corner of the man’s mouth twitched in displeasure. “Yuria called you daft?”


    “Yep!” Laverne exaggeratedly nodded, ncing at the ss of water. “You’ve been ving 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’sery 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 morefortable. 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 beforending on the softted.ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .


    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 ces 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 rky. 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, cing her hands on Frederick’s chest. Even though she was touching his


    shirt, she could feel the heat radiating from him. That warmth wasing from Frederick’s body.