My Revenge Life, Fatty to Sexy novel Chapter 159

Just at this time, the door was opened.

Jocelyn subconsciously clenched her fists.

She followed the sound and launched herself at the door.

However, before her fist could be swung out, it was firmly caught by a large warm hand.

Then she was pinned against the wall and the smell of a nice minty shower gel hit her nose.

The darkness was invisible, and the man's body was pressed against hers, intimately.

The faint scent of mint and tobacco hit her nose, easing her heart.

"What do you want? A low voice, like a cello, filled her ears.

The burning breath, hovering above her head, landed on her scalp like a fine current spreading throughout her body, her heart beating at a frantic pace.

She subconsciously took a deep breath, one hand resisting against his chest, "I thought it was the bad guys."

The damp, warm touch made her palm burn.

He appeared to be shirtless and had just showered, and it was his pecs she was touching.

Her whole body instantly tensed and she quickly withdrew her hand.

The man laughed lightly, "Not bad, you have a good sense of danger."

"When did you come back? How come there's no sound at all?"

"I got back early, took a shower, probably you didn't hear me because you were busy." He added, "The power went out and I was worried that you were scared, so I planned to come to you first."

At that, Jocelyn's heart immediately warmed up.

Noah was still in his original position, and all of his breath fell on her scalp impartially.

In the darkness, she felt as if she had been thrown into a furnace, her whole body's skin feverishly rolling.

"Noah, do you have a charge on your phone? Turn on the torch and go check the power to see what's going on."

"It's probably tripped."

"Then you go and see."

"Okay."

With those words, he let go of her, and quickly, he pulled out his phone.

In the next second, a flash of light returned to the world.

The cold-toned glow showed off his toned pecs, his sexy eight-pack abs, his perfect waistline.

He wore only a white bath towel underneath, which was positioned so low that the manly waist was also on display.

On the cold skin of the towel were beads of water that hadn't been dried, and in the light of the light they looked like expensive diamonds hanging on his body.

The good-looking features were like the sculpture of a heavenly god, and even the word "beautiful" was not enough to describe him.

Jocelyn instantly lowered her head subconsciously, "You go back and put on a dress."

"Come with me." he gently took her wrist and led her outside.

Jocelyn paused in her steps, "I'll just wait for you in my room."

"You're not afraid of the dark?"

"It's okay."

Before she could finish her sentence, he forcibly dragged her out of the door, his actions domineering and decisive.

Helplessly, Jocelyn could only passively follow him outside.

She struggled and tried to break free from his hand, but was unable to, and eventually had to let him pull her.