Chapter 434


    Marguerite prepared a tray of freshly washed fruits and brought it to Jocelyn’s room.


    At that time, Powell was already fast asleep on the bed. Meanwhile, Jocelyn was sitting on a rocking


    chair beside the bed, donned in reading sses, attentively scrutinizing what looked like a financial


    report.


    Tip–toeing her way, Marguerite approached gently and said in a low voice, “Jocelyn, the fruits are


    ready.”


    Jocelyn, engrossed in her report with one hand and marking annotations with a pen in the other, did not


    look up. “Just leave it there. Powell can have it when he wakes up.”


    As soon as she finished her sentence, Marguerite grabbed a cherry and tried to feed it to Jocelyn, “I got


    all your favorites! You like cherries, right?”


    Hearing it. Jocelyn paused, removed her sses, and looked up at Marguerite. Her expression was


    somewhat serious, but Marguerite’s yful smile made her lose her stern demeanor.


    “Weren’t you supposed to be taking care of the kids, what are you doing here?”


    Marguerite popped a cherry into her mouth, looking innocent, “That’s just an excuse I gave her!”


    Jocelyn looked at Marguerite, helpless, “You shouldn’t have tried to get close with me in front of


    Lisette.”


    Marguerite knew Jocelyn meant well. Although she understood the rationale, her rebellious nature


    kicked in, and she certainly wasn’t one to bow down to power.


    She took a knee on the floor, leaning over to see what Jocelyn was writing, skillfully diverting the topic.


    “Jocelyn, this is the report of Thunderbolt Enterprises, right? Your handwriting is so beautiful. It’s so


    strong and assertive, just like you!”


    Jocelyn sighed, bringing the conversation back on track.


    “What am I going to do with you? It’s clear that Lisette is trying to win you over. Now that Yuna has


    gone over to her side too. Aren’t you worried they’ll team up against you?”


    Marguerite put down the fruit tray, a serious look on her face, “That’s their business, and what’s it got to


    do with me? My life isn’t a spy movie, why should it be filled with schemes!”


    Jocelyn shook her head, chuckling. “If you’re not scheming against others, you’re just waiting for them


    to scheme against you?”


    “Anyone could scheme against me, but I know you wouldn’t. So even if I went over to Lisette’s side,


    she’d only treat me as a pawn. I’d rather spend time with the people I care about!”


    Jocelyn was amused by Marguerite’s argument, “Honey, I don’t have time to y games with you!


    Remember, Lisette is going to be your mother–inw!”


    The mention of this made Marguerite’s head ache. And perhaps it was because Jocelyn once again


    gave Marguerite a sense of warmth, she let down her guard, and like a child, denied it seriously and


    simply. “I won’t marry Maurice!”


    Jocelyn, sensing Marguerite’s deted tone, retorted, “So, if you’re not marrying him, are you nning


    on marrying our Frederick?”


    Marguerite felt even more downcast. “Jocelyn, I know there’s no chance for me and Frederick, I’m not


    lucky enough to be your daughter–inw. But now I can see him every day, and I can see you every


    day, I’m quite content.”


    Jocelyn looked deeply at Marguerite, not uttering a word.


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    Her gaze was moving; it seemed as though there was a faint tremble of emotion in her eyes.


    Marguerite wasn’t sure why Jocelyn had such an expression, but the seriousness in her eyes was


    making Marguerite teary.


    Just as Marguerite was about to cry. Jocelyn finally spoke, “Do you still love Frederick?”


    “Yes.” Marguerite’s answer came almost without hesitation.


    For the past three years. loving him was bing her habit.


    No matter who asked, no matter the circumstances, she would say it without any hesitation.


    But what good did love do? Whether it was three years ago or three yearster, it was all one–sided.


    “Jocelyn, I do love him, but I know it’s meaningless now. Not to mention the fact that I betrayed him


    back then, even without the betrayal, I knew there was no possibility between us. Frederick… he never


    loved me, I’m not delusional.”


    “Who said Frederick never loved you? Frederick was head over heels in love with you! The day your


    grandmother passed away, the day you two broke up for good, Frederick was nning to confess his


    love to you!”