My Revenge Life, Fatty to Sexy novel Chapter 93

"On purpose?"

Noah took a deep drag of his cigarette and exhaled slowly, looking at her calmly, thinking that sometimes it's really quite troublesome when a woman was smart.

"Did you hope for a chance to increase your salary, so you deliberately didn't reject my father?" Jocelyn asked.

Noah frowned slightly, "No."

Where was this all going?

"Then it means you want to live with me?" Jocelyn teased, fully intending to give up on the pursuit.

Noah did not say a word, extinguishing his cigarette with one hand and throwing it into the bin next to him.

A series of movements was smooth and sharp.

The next second, his gaze fell on her face, "What do you think?"

Seeing that he looked calm, Jocelyn gradually dispelled her inner doubts.

It should be that she was thinking too much.

From what she had seen so far, she didn't think that Noah was a money-hungry person, he had always given off the impression that he treated money like dirt.

They hadn't known each other for very long, and even if they had spent one night before, he couldn't have liked her, so trying to live together was probably out of the question.

Thinking about it, her mind couldn't help but recall the image of that night again.

Her face was blushing. Crazy, why was she remembering that night again?

"What are you thinking about? You're blushing." He asked.

"Nothing." She quickly retracted her thoughts and started the car, "Since you don't want to go next door to see the house, let's take a drive and get familiar with the neighbourhood, after all you're going to be living here next."

"Fine."

At these words, Jocelyn steadily turned the car around and drove towards the door of the house.

The roadside was covered with unmelted snow, and as far as the eye could see, it was white.

The Murphy family's location was far from the hustle and bustle of the city, and there were hardly any pedestrians on the road at the moment, with only a few scattered cars passing by.

Jocelyn's car was able to drive completely unimpeded.

She patiently showed him the locations of the nearby supermarkets and some daily necessities shops.

After that, the two of them returned home together.

After parking the car, Jocelyn looked at him and said, "Can you go back this afternoon to pack up and move in tomorrow? You just need to bring a few pieces of clothes, I'll prepare the rest."

"Okay." Noah replied dryly.

"Forget it, I'll help you pack together, your elbow is not yet healed, so you don't get hurt again accidentally." Jocelyn added.

His elbow had been injured for her after all, and it was still not well enough, so she had a responsibility to take good care of him.

She then took out her phone and transferred 50,000 to him by WeChat, "50,000 is transferred to you, remember to receive it."

"Okay."

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After lunch, Allen did not let Noah leave.

Instead, he asked him to accompany him to play chess.

Noah was kept until late afternoon.

Finally, after finishing his dinner, Jocelyn sent him back to his block.

In front of his flat, the red Maserati was parked steadily, and the roar of the sports car faded away.

At this time of day, there were many people out for a walk in the neighbourhood.

When they saw such a luxury car, they couldn't help but take a second look.

Jocelyn was the first to get out of the car.

The bitter north wind was like a knife, blowing painfully on people's cheeks.

Jocelyn took a deep breath from the cold and jogged all the way to the door of the flat.

Noah stood behind her and entered the password.

In this way, her whole body seemed to be encircled by him in his arms.

She could clearly feel that there was warm breath scattered over her head.

For a moment, it brought up a burst of electricity.

The door opened.

Jocelyn quickly walked in.

Noah followed closely behind.

After entering, Jocelyn changed into her slippers, looked at him and asked, "Do you have a large suitcase?"

"Well, it's in the bedroom." He raised his hand and pointed to where the bedroom was.

"I can go in, can't I?" Jocelyn asked.

"Yes."

Jocelyn instantly stepped into his bedroom.

He then stepped into the bedroom, before opening the wardrobe, taking out the large black suitcase underneath and opening it.

There were not many clothes in his wardrobe, and they were a single colour, only black, white and grey as well as dark blue.

"Are these all taken away?" Jocelyn asked.

"Okay, as you wish."

At that, Jocelyn took out all the clothes inside and put them on the bed, folded them carefully one by one and put them into the suitcase.

After it was done, the suitcase was almost stuffed to the brim.

Jocelyn let out a long breath, pulled up the suitcase and put it against the wall, adding, "You can pack the other personal items yourself."

Those little things could be done with one hand and required no effort at all.

Besides, those were inconvenient for her to pack.

"Okay, would you like something to drink?" His tone remained flat, his face expressionless.

She felt thirsty, "Sure, just give me a glass of water."

"Then I'll have to boil it now."

"Forget it then, mineral water will do."

"It is cold."

"It's okay." Jocelyn said.

"No." He was extremely domineering and stepped straight into the kitchen, poured the mineral water into the boiling kettle and turned on the switch.

Jocelyn followed, "It's okay, it's late at night, so don't bother."

"As I said, you have a cold body."

Jocelyn's heart suddenly warmed, "Actually, it's fine once or twice now and then."

He didn't respond, standing silently in front of the boiling kettle, waiting for the water to boil.

"I'm going to wait outside." Jocelyn added, "I remember there are lemons in your fridge, so since you're boiling water, make me a glass of lemon and honey water."

She made him make it as a matter of course.

"No honey." Noah turned his head to look at her.

"Then put sugar in it."

She then strode to the living room sofa and sat down, waiting for the lemon and honey water.

A few minutes later, Noah carried a steaming cup of lemon water and placed it in front of her.

The cup was a transparent glass, and two slices of lemon were clearly visible inside.

The faint aroma of lemon lingered on the tip of her nose, making her feel relaxed.

Noah took another glass of the same lemon water out and sat beside her.

Jocelyn carefully blew the lemon water to cool, and then took a small sip.

It tasted quite good, but the sweetness was a bit lacking.

"How does it taste?" He asked.

"There seems to be less sugar." Jocelyn said.

Noah got up at once, went to the kitchen and took the spice box out, scooped a spoonful of sugar from it and put it into Jocelyn's lemonade.

"Wait a minute, this is salt, right?" Jocelyn remembered that the last time she cooked, it was the salt she dug in that spot.

"This is the sugar, isn't it?" Jocelyn pointed to another location.

"Both of these have sugar in them." Noah said.

Jocelyn was shocked.

So, what she had really put in the dish that day was sugar?