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?”

popped a cherry into her mouth, looking innocent, “That’s just

shouldn’t have tried to get close with

Although she understood the rationale, her rebellious nature kicked in,

writing, skillfully diverting the topic. “Jocelyn, this is the report of Thunderbolt Enterprises, right? Your handwriting

sighed, bringing the conversation back

with you? It’s clear that Lisette is trying to win you over. Now that Yuna has gone over to her side too. Aren’t

fruit tray, a serious look on her face, “That’s their business, and what’s it got to do with me?

you’re not scheming against others, you’re just waiting for them to scheme

even if I went over to Lisette’s side, she’d only treat me as a pawn. I’d rather spend time with the people I

I don’t have time to

because Jocelyn once again gave Marguerite a sense of warmth, she let down her guard, and like a child, denied it seriously and simply. “I won’t marry

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

no chance for me and Frederick, I’m not lucky enough to be your daughter–in–law. But now I can see him every day, and I can see you every day, I’m

Marguerite, not uttering a

it seemed as though there was a faint