Classic Novel
Chapter 435
Chapter 435
Marguerite froze on the spot. She was surprised at Jocelyn’s anxiety.
Jocelyn glance towards Powell, ensuring that Powell was still sound asleep before she let out a small sigh, looking at Marguerite with a complex expression.
It took a moment for Marguerite to respond, her calm demeanor was like a lake that had just been hit with a stone, instantly sinking.
For some reason, her nose felt sour, and tears began to fall one by one. “Jocelyn… What did you say? Can you, say it again?”
Jocelyn reached out to clean the tears from Marguerite’s cheeks, her voice softened.
“I said, Frederick was in love with you.”
Frederick had been in love with her? Marguerite suddenly recalled a dream she had one night. In the dream, Frederick confessed his love for her.
In the dream, Marguerite was ecstatic, dancing with joy while holding Frederick.
But when this became a reality, Marguerite didn’t feel the excitement and joy she had in her dream. Instead, she felt more despair.
“Did he give up on confessing his feelings to me because of what happened?” she asked.
Jocelyn’s eyes were heavy and filled with regret as she nodded, saying. “Yes. He had planned to confess his feelings to you at the Bluebell Bistro. He filled the restaurant with your favorite flowers andContent (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.
had been planning for days. But then, on the day of his confession, that incident happened. Marguerite, Frederick wouldn’t go to such lengths for anyone. He truly loved you.”
Why? Why was it that when Jocelyn told her all this, Marguerite felt more pain than joy?
No wonder when she reunited with Frederick a month ago, he took her to the Bluebell Bistro and mentioned that someone planned a love confession there from three years ago.
The man who bought the Bluebell Bistro due to an interrupted confession was Frederick himself!
The man who wanted to constantly remind himself of his foolish past was Frederick!
In an instant, Marguerite felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness.
it was her fault, she single–handedly destroyed all the possibilities between her and Frederick but the truth came too late. If she had known all these earlier, she would have followed Frederick to the airport that day, no matter what. Even if he would curse her, or even hit her, Marguerite was willing to accept it all.
Even if she had to be a servant for him in the future, she was willing to follow him, like a tail with no dignity. But it was too late, everything was too late…
Marguerite lifted her head, her face was covered in tears.
She looked at Jocelyn with a glimmer of hope, her voice trembling, unable to form a complete sentence, “Does he… still love me?”
Jocelyn pulled out a tissue to gently wipe Marguerite’s tears, sighing, she didn’t plan to lie. “I once asked Frederick the same question, and he personally said, he no longer loves you.”
Marguerite broke down again, “Is that true?”
Jocelyn didn’t want Marguerite to suffer anymore, after contemplating for a while, she gave a neutral response. “Although he said so, no one knows what he truly feels inside.”
“So, he is in love with Yuna, isn’t he? Because Yuna was with him during his toughest times, so no matter what, I don’t stand a chance, right?”
Jocelyn didn’t know how to answer her. Although Frederick said he didn’t love Marguerite, as his mother, how could she not understand that he was just being stubborn? But if he refused to admit it verbally, he certainly wouldn’t admit it in his heart.
More importantly, she was completely unsure about Frederick’s current feelings towards Marguerite, whether he hated her more or loved her more.
Therefore, Jocelyn couldn’t give Marguerite an accurate answer.
Just when things were difficult, a servant walked into the room.
Marguerite quickly turned around to wipe her tears, then heard the servant whispering, “Madam, Mr. Fitzgerald has come to visit Mr. Powell with his parents. They’re waiting in the living room now.”