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 in front

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

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, just like

sighed, bringing the conversation

Lisette is trying to win you over. Now that Yuna

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

“If you’re not scheming against others, you’re just waiting

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

I don’t have time to play games with you! Remember, Lisette is

gave Marguerite a sense of warmth, she let down her guard, and like a child, denied it seriously

tone, retorted, “So, if you’re not marrying him,

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

deeply at Marguerite, not

gaze was moving; it seemed as though there was a