My Revenge Life, Fatty to Sexy novel Chapter 100

He slowly shifted his gaze to her face, "What?"

"Are you really not going to take the money in WeChat?" She must return the money to Noah.

"Yes." Noah said without thinking.

As soon as his words left his mouth, Jocelyn reached out and prepared to take his phone and confirm the receipt of the money herself.

However, before her hand could touch the phone, he raised the hand holding the phone high in the air.

"Will you stop that?" Jocelyn frowned helplessly, her voice still soft.

"No." With those words, the hand he was holding the phone with simply let go in mid-air.

The phone fell immediately afterwards, the other hand catching it sharply, and he unlocked it with one hand to continue reading the news.

The action was smooth.

This was the first time she had ever seen such an operation, and she was impressed.

This person was exuding charm at all times.

Jocelyn chose to give up for now and continued to play with her phone.

After about ten minutes, Jocelyn once again reached out to try and grab his phone, which he once again held aloft.

This man was rare, how could anyone be so resistant to someone returning their money?

Jocelyn had no intention of giving up again and stood up straight away, trying to reach for it.

He soon stood up as well and continued to hold the phone high in the air, and no matter how much Jocelyn jumped, she couldn't touch the phone halfway.

His expression began to soften, the corners of his mouth curving in a very light curve as he quietly watched her jumping around in front of him.

Outside it was getting late, the golden sunset creeping across the entire sky.

The warm tones of the light shed in, illuminating this picture with warmth air

Perhaps this sunset was gentle, and at this moment he felt that she was soft like a little rabbit, hopping and jumping desperately to get what she wanted, but unable to do anything about it.

"All right, stop it." His tone softened as well, and then he switched to hold up the phone with his other hand.

"I'll stop if you give it to me." Jocelyn jumped again and tried to grab the phone, "Don't you dare force me to use kung fu on you."

"Ready to domestic violence me?" The curvature of Noah's lips gradually deepened.

Domestic violence? Why did she find this word a little ambiguous as well?

Jocelyn ignored him and tried to use her kung fu to grab his phone.

After just a few rounds, she was pinned firmly to the sofa and could not move.

Noah was half-kneeling on top of her, one hand firmly clamped on both of her wrists, with a bit of playfulness in his eyes.

Jocelyn quieted down and began to struggle.

"No more fighting?" He asked in a low voice.

The intimate position and the extreme closeness of the contact made her whole body tingle.

The first two buttons of his collar were open, and at this angle, she could even clearly see the defined texture of his pecs.

The warm breath fell on her head, as if the whole living room was on fire.

Her heart began to beat faster again.

She struggled again, "Let go of me, do you hear me?"

"Are you still fighting then?" Noah asked.

"No." She thought she was a good fighter, but she was no match for him, and now she just wanted to get rid of him.

This position was excessively dangerous.

He gave her a deep look and slowly let go of her, before standing up and straightening his slightly messy collar.

Jocelyn then quickly sat up and looked at him with a serious face, "I don't want that action just now to happen a second time."

"Wasn't that an accident?" He raised his eyebrows slightly and said faintly.

"......" Jocelyn was instantly speechless.

"What's for dinner?" The subject was thus naturally diverted.

"What do you want to eat? I'll cook." Jocelyn said, not caring at all about the wound on her hand.

The girl in front of him was definitely the least petulant luxury girl he had ever seen.

"What do you want to eat?" Noah asked.

"It doesn't matter to me, you order the food, I'll cook." Jocelyn said again.

"Stay still." With those words, he turned around and headed for the kitchen, the corners of his lips once again slightly curled.

"What about your elbow?" Jocelyn asked.

"It's okay." He said.

"I'll give you a hand." Jocelyn got up again and quickly followed.

However, just as she reached the door, the kitchen door closed.

Right after that, Noah locked the door behind him.

Hearing that sound of locking the door, Jocelyn softly said, "Then you watch your elbow."

However there was no response from inside.

Now she knew that there was no way he would open the door, so she went back to the sofa and sat cross-legged to play games.

After winning three games in a row, he called out to her for dinner.

Jocelyn put her phone away, went to wash her hands first, and then went into the dining room.

He was standing at the table, placing the dishes, his black shirt cuffs rolled up to his elbows.

But the simplest of white aprons was worn with a touch of haute couture.

On the square table covered with a green and white checkered tablecloth, there was a steaming four-course meal of prawns in aubergine sauce, sea cucumber with spring onions, abalone in preserved sauce, mushrooms and greens, ginseng and chicken soup, and the main course is rice with preserved sausage rice.

Both the favor and the colour were comparable to that of a five-star hotel.

She did not expect his cooking skills to be so good, and just by smelling it, her appetite had already been whetted.

"Noah, I didn't expect you to be a good cook." Jocelyn said.

"Let's eat." He sat down naturally and peeled a large prawn and put it into her bowl.

"I'll help myself." Jocelyn said, sitting down in her place, and picked up the prawn and tasted it. The freshness of the prawn blended perfectly with the sweetness and sourness of the eggplant sauce, tender and delicious.

It was the best prawns in eggplant sauce she had ever eaten, both the heat and the colour were top notch.

Jocelyn gave a straight thumbs up, "Delicious."

"Then have some more." Said he, and another peeled prawn and placed it in front of her.

"I'll just do it myself, your elbow isn't healed yet, you eat." Jocelyn said.

"You can peel shrimps with your fingers?" He asked faintly, and continued peeling shrimp.

"Yes." It was just a cut on one finger, sure she could do it.

"......"

He didn't say anything, just continued to peel the shrimp in silence, carefully placing the peeled shrimp back on the plate.

When she was about to reach out to help, he brought the entire plate of shrimp to himself, not giving her any chance at all.

In just a short while, the plate of prawns had been peeled.

"Just eat it." He pushed the item towards her.

"Okay."

The man in front of her was genuinely attentive, nothing like the people she imagined in the underworld.

They were having peaceful time, but the next door was opposite.