Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 434

Marguerite prepared a tray of freshly washed fruits and brought it to Jocelyn’s room.

At that time, Powell was already fast asleep on the bed. Meanwhile, Jocelyn was sitting on a rocking chair beside the bed, donned in reading glasses, attentively scrutinizing what looked like a financial report.

Tip–toeing her way, Marguerite approached gently and said in a low voice, “Jocelyn, the fruits are ready.”

Jocelyn, engrossed in her report with one hand and marking annotations with a pen in the other, did not look up. “Just leave it there. Powell can have it when he wakes up.”

As soon as she finished her sentence, Marguerite grabbed a cherry and tried to feed it to Jocelyn, “I got all your favorites! You like cherries, right?”

Hearing it. Jocelyn paused, removed her glasses, and looked up at Marguerite. Her expression was somewhat serious, but Marguerite’s playful smile made her lose her stern demeanor.

“Weren’t you supposed to be taking care of the kids, what are you doing here?”

looking innocent,

at Marguerite, helpless, “You shouldn’t have tried to get close

Jocelyn meant well. Although she understood the rationale, her rebellious nature kicked in, and she certainly wasn’t

the floor, leaning over to see what Jocelyn was writing, skillfully diverting the topic. “Jocelyn, this is the report of Thunderbolt Enterprises, right? Your handwriting is so beautiful. It’s so strong

bringing the conversation

I going to do with you? It’s clear that Lisette is trying to win you over. Now that Yuna has

and what’s it got to do with me? My life isn’t a spy movie, why

her head, chuckling. “If you’re not scheming against others, you’re just waiting

I know you wouldn’t. So even if I went over to Lisette’s side, she’d only treat me as a pawn. I’d rather spend

“Honey, I don’t have time to play games with you! Remember, Lisette is going to be your

a sense of warmth, she let down her

if you’re not marrying him, are you planning on marrying our

no chance for me and Frederick, I’m not lucky enough to be your daughter–in–law. But now I

looked deeply at Marguerite, not uttering

there