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!”

have tried to get close with me

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

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,

sighed, bringing the conversation back

Lisette is trying to win you over. Now that Yuna has gone over to her side too. Aren’t you worried they’ll team up

tray, a serious look on her face, “That’s their business, and what’s it got

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

went over to Lisette’s side, she’d only treat me as a pawn. I’d rather spend

to play games with you! Remember,

it was because Jocelyn once again gave Marguerite a sense of warmth,

not marrying him, are you planning on marrying

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

at Marguerite, not

though there was a faint tremble of emotion in her