Bride Behind The Mask Novel

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?”

Marguerite popped a cherry into her mouth, looking innocent, “That’s just an excuse I gave her!”

at Marguerite, helpless, “You shouldn’t have tried to get close with me in front

rationale, her rebellious nature kicked in,

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

the conversation

over. Now that Yuna has gone over to her side too. Aren’t you worried

her face, “That’s their business, and what’s it got to do with me? My life isn’t a spy

against others, you’re just waiting for them

over to Lisette’s side, she’d only treat me

by Marguerite’s argument, “Honey, I don’t have time to play games with you! Remember,

this made Marguerite’s head ache. 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

Marguerite’s deflated tone, retorted, “So, if you’re not marrying

I’m not lucky enough to be your daughter–in–law. But now I can see him

Marguerite, not

as though there was a faint