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”
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“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 exin 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 te 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 thepliment. “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 herposure. “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
ss.
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 simr to the woman she met that night.
They were bothdies of a prestigious family, gentle and soft-spoken.
“Jocelyn, do you want to return to the Winston family?”
Jocelyn nced 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 andughed. “What are you up to?”
Marguerite grinned but stayed silent.
Frederick nudged Marguerite with his elbow. “Behave yourselftely. 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 ced it in Jocelyn’s te “Jocelyn, you should eat too. Don’t just watch me.”
num. i’st when it’s ready” Jocelyn looked at Frederick, her gaze incredibly tender. Frederick, serve
Marguerite
warming as if a sun had taken residence within it.
eyn was such
onderful person. How wonderful life would be every day arxan like th?
could bring her grandes along, it ould be even better.
The day afte arguerite left Jocelyn’s apartm