Chapter 241
Bride Behind The Mask
Morgu, na shook her head, her voice tinged with a whine. âIt doesnât hurt anymore.â
Why are you crying if it doesnât hurt?â
Marguerite puffed out her chicks, her gaze falling on Jocelynâs retreating figure. She retorted stubbornly, Iâm not crying, I didnât even shed a tearâ
Frederick followed her gaze and -huckled, âSo, you like my mom?â
Marguerite turned her gute back i Frederick, nodding earnestly. âYesâ
âHow much do you like hei?â
âVery much,â
Marguerite furrowed her brows, noticing that Frederick was acting differently today. âWhy are you talking nonsense today?â
Why to explain about liking someone?
Frederickâs face got gloomy, and he unceremoniously shoved an ice pack into Margueriteâs hands. âIce it yourself.â
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, âEat some carrots and cabbage. They help prevent constipation, during pregnancyâ
Margueriteâs eyes widened as she gazed at Jocelyn.
âMom.â Frederick, who had been silent, finally spoke up. âWeâre at dinnerâ
Jocelyn cracked a smile, her eyes squinting until they resembled crescents. âRight, right. I just noticed Marguerite only eating meat and not vegetables, so I couldnât help but remind her.â
Jocelyn sat across from them, her elbow propped up on the table as she watched them, not picking up her cutlery. âMarguerite, I havenât cooked in three years. I hope it suits your taste.â
Marguerite nodded vigorously. âItâs delicious. Both the carrots and cabbage are great. Jocelyn, did you cook for years?â
Jocelynâs smile widened at the compliment. âYes. 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.â
âYou lived in the countryside?â
âYes.â
Jocelyn seemed ready to open up to Marguerite, but before she could continue, Frederickâs cautious voice interrupted. âMom.â
Jocelyn paused, quickly regaining her composure. âNever mind, never mind. If you donât want to hear it, I wonât say it.â
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 Jocelynâs demeanor was very similar to the woman she met that night.
They were both ladies of a prestigious family, gentle and soft-spoken.
âJocelyn, do you want to return to the Winston family?â
Jocelyn glanced at Frederick nervously, as if worried he would be upset, and simply nodded in response.
Marguerite thought of Lisetteâs photos. âDonât worry. I have a feeling youâll be able to return soonâ
Jocelyn looked at Marguerite and laughed. âWhat are you up to?â
Marguerite grinned but stayed silent.
Frederick nudged Marguerite with his elbow. âBehave yourself lately. If you want to go crazy, donât drag my mom into it.â
âIâm not crazyâ Marguerite shot Frederick a disgruntled look, then quickly picked up a piece of roast beef and placed it in Jocelynâs plate âJocelyn, you should eat too. Donât just watch me.â
num. iâllast when itâs readyâ Jocelyn looked at Frederick, her gaze incredibly tender. Frederick, serve Marguerite lamp chop as she said, âThrow it ==
warming as if a sun had taken residence within it.
eyn was such onderful person. How wonderful life would be every day arxan like thá»· could bring her grandes along, it ould be even better.
The day afte arguerite left Jocelynâs apartm