Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 446

The family dinner had lasted two hours, and yet Frederick and Hayes were still not back.

Powell was thoroughly disappointed, nudged by Lisette to leave the restaurant. Before they departed, Lisette couldn't resist making a sarcastic comment to Jocelyn.

"Don't ever accuse the Winston family of playing favorites again. Frederick is so rude. We've been waiting for him all night and he still hasn't shown up. Isn't this just a slap in the face to Powell?"

Jocelyn stood there, a complex expression on her face, but it was Powell who shot Lisette a glare, reprimanding, "Couldn't you just keep quiet?"

Lisette sulked and left the restaurant with Powell.

Jocelyn walked towards the front hall, standing by the massive French windows, scanning the outdoors.

Teresa, ever the considerate one, handed a cup of hot chocolate to Jocelyn. With a childish tone, she asked, "Jocelyn, are you waiting for Hayes' daddy?"

Jocelyn took the hot drink and patted Teresa's head. She managed to muster a weak smile but didn't directly answer, "It's late. Time for you to go to bed!"

But Teresa shook her head sadly, pressing her small face against the chilly window, "I don't want to go! Hayes and his dad haven't come back. I'm worried too!"

Teresa's concern warmed Jocelyn's heart. She turned to look at Marguerite and sighed softly.

Marguerite rested her chin on Jocelyn's shoulder from behind, her hand gently massaging her shoulder. She asked quietly, "Jocelyn, are you going to wait for him?"

Jocelyn felt a pang in her heart, "I don't know why, but I have a bad feeling. I called him, but he didn't answer."

"Maybe his phone's dead? And the weather's terrible today. I was stuck in traffic for three hours on my way back. Thunderbolt Enterprises is far from here. If there was any accident, the evening news would have reported it by now. Jocelyn, you should go rest. You've been looking after Powell for days, and you haven't been resting well. If Frederick sees you staying up so late, he'd be upset too."

Marguerite's words made sense. If something had happened to Frederick and Hayes, the news would have reported it right away.

Perhaps, she was worrying over nothing.

Jocelyn shook her head and went upstairs to rest.

After Marguerite tucked Teresa into bed, and it was almost midnight. She returned to her room, looking out the window once more.