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.

reality, Marguerite didn’t feel the excitement and joy she had in

feelings to me because of

your favorite flowers and had been planning for days. But then,

was it that when Jocelyn told her all this, Marguerite felt more pain than

she reunited with Frederick a month ago, he took her to the Bluebell Bistro and mentioned that someone planned a love confession there from three

due to an

man who wanted to constantly remind himself of his foolish

instant, Marguerite felt an overwhelming

known all these earlier, she would have followed Frederick to

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

lifted her head, her

with a glimmer of hope, her voice trembling, unable to form a complete sentence, “Does

wipe Marguerite’s tears, sighing, she didn’t plan to lie. “I once asked Frederick the same