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.

didn’t feel the excitement and joy she had in her dream. Instead, she felt

up on confessing his feelings

were heavy and filled with regret 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. Marguerite, Frederick wouldn’t go to such lengths for anyone. He

when Jocelyn told her all this, Marguerite felt more

he took her to the Bluebell Bistro and mentioned that someone planned a love confession there

Bistro due to

to constantly remind

an instant, Marguerite felt an overwhelming sense

known all these earlier, she would have

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

her head, her face was covered in

hope, her voice trembling,

plan to lie. “I once asked