Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 241

Marguerite 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 cheeks, 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 chuckled, "So, you like my mom?"

Marguerite turned her gaze back to Frederick, nodding earnestly. "Yes."

"How much do you like her?"

"Very much."

"Why?"

Marguerite furrowed her brows, noticing that Frederick was acting differently today. "Why are you talking nonsense today?"

Why to explain 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 plate 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 the compliment. "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?"

Marguerite grinned but stayed silent.

Frederick nudged Marguerite with his elbow. "Behave yourself lately. 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 placed it in Jocelyn's plate. "Jocelyn, you should eat too. Don't just watch me."

"The pot's simmering with chicken soup. I'll eat when it's ready." Jocelyn looked at Frederick, her gaze incredibly tender. "Frederick, serve Marguerite some food."

Frederick seemed a bit reluctant. He served her a piece of roasted lamp chop with pepper, which made Marguerite wanted to puke.

"Look at you, who serves that to a pregnant woman? It's too greasy, and Marguerite's not used to it."

Jocelyn took Marguerite's plate, removed the lamp chop as she said, "Throw it away, you can't eat this."

Marguerite watched silently, her heart warming as if a sun had taken residence within it.

Her love was right beside her, and Jocelyn was such a wonderful person. How wonderful life would be if every day were like this.

Oh, right, grandma!

If she could bring her grandma along, it would be even better.