Chapter 240
Bride Behind The Mask
Marquerna stole a glance inside the room, noticing Jocelyn bustling about the dining table, she said nothing.
Had she spilled the beans about todayâs events to Frederick?
if so, Marguerite wasnât about to hold anything back either.
She looked at Frederick with a hurt expression, âLisette was too harsh. Stop staring at me, go check on your mom.â Frederickâs handsome fotot bry, his sharp eyes flashing with a dangerous light, âShe hit my mom too?â
Marguerite was confused, âWhat What was going un?
ed Jocelyn only talk about Marguerite being hurt?
Realizing that Marguerite had blurted out more than intended, Jocelyn rushed to intercept Frederick as he turned to leave, car keys in hand.
âYes, she hit ine, but I fought back too. I wasnât completely defenseless. You should focus on Marguerite.â Jocelyn said.
What was all this about? Marguerite was truly baffled by Jocelynâs behavior.
Jocelyn had already told Frederick abou: her being bullied. Why not reveal the whole truth?
Frederick was more than capable of protecting her, so why was Jocelyn trying to pacify the situation with lies?
Could Jocelyn actually fight back?
From head to toe, she exuded the aura of a docile housewife. How could she possibly stand up against Lisette?
Marguerce was getting anxious. âJocelyn, youâ¦
Joslyn shot Marguerite a desperate look, signaling her to stop talking. Marguerite, completely bewildered, blinked back at Jocelyn.
âWhat are you trying to say?â Frederickâs tall figure cast a shadow over Marguerite, âWhatâs wrong with your eyes?â
Marguerite swallowed, âIt⦠itâs just a crampâ¦â
Frederick was speechless.
Quickly, Jocelyn fetched an ice pack and relieved Marguerite of the bag of groceries she was holding.
Turning to Frederick, she said, âLast night when you and Marguerite went public, your father has been holding a grudge. If you rush over now, itâll only add fuel to the fire. Donât worry about me. I can take care of myself.â
âIs he upset over Marguerite and me, or because LuxeScents International weathered the storm?â
Jocelyn hesitated, her mouth opening but no words coming out immediately, as if deep in thought.
Margueriteâs arrival that morning had led Powell to reveal the truth in a fit of rage. Jocelyn felt a cold chill, but also a sense of understanding. She knew that the relationship between Powell and Frederick wasnât something she could mend on her own.
His favoritism had nothing to do with anyone else. Therefore, Jocelyn had no intention of hiding anything, âThe latter.â
Frederick scoffed, he had already suspected as much.
Jocelyn sighed, âI no longer hold out hope for any progress between you and your father. But the success of Winston Group is all thanks to your hard work. Itâs yours, hold onto it tightly. Donât let Maurice get ahead. I wonât stop you if you want to get revenge, just not now. Right now, your main objective should be to stabilize the company and protect Marguerite. Your father wonât let her off that easily.â
Having said that, she shoved the ice pack into Frederickâs hands, glanced at Marguerite, and added, âIâll go make dinner. You help her with the ice pack. Look at her swollen face, if you donât feel sorry for her, I do.â
If you donât feel sorry for her, I doâ¦
Those words nearly brought tears to Margueriteâs eyes.
She had no idea that Jocelyn could be so warm towards her Just like a mother Tears welled up in Margueriteâs eyes as Frederick gently pushed her onto the couch and placed the cold ice pack on her cheek.
She sniffled, and then heard him whisper softly. âDid it hurt?â