Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Marguerite froze on the spot. She was surprised at Jocelyn’s anxiety.

Jocelyn glance towards Powell, ensuring that Powell was still sound asleep before she let out a small sigh, looking at Marguerite with a complex expression.

It took a moment for Marguerite to respond, her calm demeanor was like a lake that had just been hit with a stone, instantly sinking.

For some reason, her nose felt sour, and tears began to fall one by one. “Jocelyn… What did you say? Can you, say it again?”

Jocelyn reached out to clean the tears from Marguerite’s cheeks, her voice softened.

“I said, Frederick was in love with you.”

Frederick had been in love with her? Marguerite suddenly recalled a dream she had one night. In the dream, Frederick confessed his love for her.

In the dream, Marguerite was ecstatic, dancing with joy while holding Frederick.

and joy she had in

up on confessing his feelings to me because of

as she nodded, saying. “Yes. He had planned to confess his feelings to you at the Bluebell Bistro. He filled the restaurant with your favorite flowers and had been planning for days. But then, on the day of his confession, that incident happened.

her all this, Marguerite felt more

wonder when she reunited with Frederick a month ago, he took her to the Bluebell Bistro and mentioned that someone

Bluebell Bistro due to

remind himself of his foolish

Marguerite felt

Frederick but the truth came too late. If she had known all these earlier, she would

in the future, she was willing to follow him, like a tail with no dignity. But it was too late,

head, her face

Jocelyn with a glimmer of hope, her voice trembling, unable to form a complete sentence, “Does he… still love

tears, sighing, she didn’t plan to lie. “I once asked Frederick