Bride Behind The Mask Novel by (Frederick and Mr. Winston) - Season 3 Episode 40

Marquerna stole a glance inside the room, noticing Jocelyn bustling about the dining table, she said nothing.

Had she spilled the beans about today’s events to Frederick?

if so, Marguerite wasn’t about to hold anything back either.

She looked at Frederick with a hurt expression, “Lisette was too harsh. Stop staring at me, go check on your mom.”

Frederick’s handsome fotot bry, his sharp eyes flashing with a dangerous light, “She hit my mom too?”

Marguerite was confused, ‘What

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.

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“Yes, she hit ine, but I fought back too. I wasn’t completely defenseless. You should focus on Marguerite.” Jocelyn

said.

What was all this about? Marguerite was truly baffled by Jocelyn’s 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. “Jocelyn, you…

Joslyn shot Marguerite a desperate look, signaling her to stop talking. Marguerite, completely bewildered, blinked

back at Jocelyn.

“What are you trying to say?” Frederick’s tall figure cast a shadow over Marguerite, “What’s wrong with your

eyes?”

Marguerite swallowed, “It… it’s just a cramp…”

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, “Last night when you and Marguerite went public, your father has been holding a grudge. If you

rush over now, it’ll only add fuel to the fire. Don’t worry about me. I can take care of myself.”

“Is he upset over Marguerite and me, or because LuxeScents International weathered the storm?”

Jocelyn hesitated, her mouth opening but no words coming out immediately, as if deep in thought.

Marguerite’s 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 wasn’t something she could

mend on her own.

His favoritism had nothing to do with anyone else. Therefore, Jocelyn had no intention of hiding anything, “The

latter.”

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Frederick scoffed, he had already suspected as much.

Jocelyn sighed, “I 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. It’s yours, hold onto it tightly. Don’t let Maurice get ahead. I won’t

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 won’t let her off that easily.”

Having said that, she shoved the ice pack into Frederick’s hands, glanced at Marguerite, and added, “I’ll go make

dinner. You help her with the ice pack. Look at her swollen face, if you don’t feel sorry for her, I do.”

If you don’t feel sorry for her, I do…

Those words nearly brought tears to Marguerite’s eyes.

She had no idea that Jocelyn could be so warm towards her

Just like a mother

Tears welled up in Marguerite’s 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. “Did it hurt?”