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!”

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

meant well. Although she understood the rationale, her rebellious nature kicked in, and she certainly

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

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am I going to do with you? It’s clear that Lisette is trying to win you over. Now that Yuna has gone over to

the fruit tray, a serious look on her face, “That’s their business, and what’s it got to do with me? My life isn’t a spy movie, why should

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

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

was amused by Marguerite’s argument, “Honey, I don’t have time to play games

it was because Jocelyn once again gave Marguerite a sense

not marrying him, are you planning

not lucky enough to be your daughter–in–law. But now I can see him every day,

Marguerite, not uttering

moving; it seemed as though there was a faint