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?”

her mouth, looking

shouldn’t have tried to get close with me in front

her rebellious nature kicked in, and she certainly wasn’t one

took a knee on 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 and assertive,

the

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

her face, “That’s their business, and what’s it got to do with

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

could scheme against me, but I know you wouldn’t. So even if I went over to Lisette’s side, she’d only treat me as

to play games with you! Remember, Lisette is

And perhaps it was because Jocelyn once again gave Marguerite a sense of warmth, she let down her guard, and like a child, denied it seriously and

retorted, “So, if you’re not marrying him, are you planning

felt even more downcast. “Jocelyn, I know there’s no chance for me and Frederick, I’m not lucky enough to be your daughter–in–law. But now I can

looked deeply at Marguerite, not

seemed as though there was a faint tremble of emotion in