Bride behind the mask novel (Marguerite)
Chapter 241

Chapter 241

Morgu, na shook her head, her voice tinged with a whine. "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Why are you crying if it doesn't hurt?"

Marguerite puffed out her chicks, her gaze falling on Jocelyn's retreating figure. She retorted stubbornly, I'm not crying, I didn't even shed a tear"

Frederick followed her gaze and -huckled, "So, you like my mom?"

Marguerite turned her gute back i Frederick, nodding earnestly. "Yes"

"How much do you like hei?"

"Very much,"

Marguerite furrowed her brows, noticing that Frederick was acting differently today. "Why are you talking nonsense today?"

Why to explain about liking someone?

Frederick's face got gloomy, and he unceremoniously shoved an ice pack into Marguerite's hands. "Ice it yourself."

Marguerite was confused.

What did she do to make him angry?

After icing her injury for a while, Jocelyn beckoned them to the dining table.

Jocelyn was a great cook. In under an hour, she had whipped up a meal that smells quite good.

She served Marguerite a bowl of chicken soup, and a plate of steak and roasted vegetables, "Eat some carrots and cabbage. They help prevent constipation, during pregnancy" Marguerite's eyes widened as she gazed at Jocelyn.

"Mom." Frederick, who had been silent, finally spoke up. "We're at dinner"

Jocelyn cracked a smile, her eyes squinting until they resembled crescents. "Right, right. I just noticed Marguerite only eating meat and not vegetables, so I couldn't help but remind her." Jocelyn sat across from them, her elbow propped up on the table as she watched them, not picking up her cutlery. "Marguerite, I haven't cooked in three years. I hope it suits your taste." Marguerite nodded vigorously. "It's delicious. Both the carrots and cabbage are great. Jocelyn, did you cook for years?"

Jocelyn's smile widened at the compliment. "Yes. When Frederick and I were driven out and lived in the countryside for a while. He was young then, and I was worried about his nutrition, so I tried all sorts of ways to cook for him."

"You lived in the countryside?"

"Yes."

Jocelyn seemed ready to open up to Marguerite, but before she could continue, Frederick's cautious voice interrupted. "Mom."

Jocelyn paused, quickly regaining her composure. "Never mind, never mind. If you don't want to hear it, I won't say it."

Marguerite had heard gossip about Jocelyn and Frederick being driven out of the Winston family, but she never knew they had lived in the countryside.

Marguerite remembered when she was very young, she had met a mother and son on a snowy night.

They were starving and looked pitiful, but their manners and demeanor were clearly those of the upper class.

Thinking about this, Marguerite studied Jocelyn with a thoughtful gaze.

Although more than a decade had passed and her memory was fading, she felt that Jocelyn's demeanor was very similar to the woman she met that night. They were both ladies of a prestigious family, gentle and soft-spoken.

"Jocelyn, do you want to return to the Winston family?"

Jocelyn glanced at Frederick nervously, as if worried he would be upset, and simply nodded in response.

Marguerite thought of Lisette's photos. "Don't worry. I have a feeling you'll be able to return soon"

Jocelyn looked at Marguerite and laughed. "What are you up to?"

Marguerite grinned but stayed silent.

Frederick nudged Marguerite with his elbow. "Behave yourself lately. If you want to go crazy, don't drag my mom into it."

"I'm not crazy" Marguerite shot Frederick a disgruntled look, then quickly picked up a piece of roast beef and placed it in Jocelyn's plate "Jocelyn, you should eat too. Don't just watch me." num. i'llast when it's ready" Jocelyn looked at Frederick, her gaze incredibly tender. Frederick, serve Marguerite

lamp chop as she said, "Throw it ==

warming as if a sun had taken residence within it.

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could bring her grandes along, it ould be even better.

The day afte arguerite left Jocelyn's apartm