My Revenge Life, Fatty to Sexy novel Chapter 103

Jocelyn tensed up and didn't dare to move at all. As long as she moved, she would touch him.

The faint smell of tobacco, mixed with the smell of mint perfume, lingered on the tip of her nose. It smelt damn good.

"Give it back to you." She quickly shoved the phone into Noah’s hand, not having the courage to see his eyes at all.

The splendid crystal lamp shone brightly above her head. The shy demeanor of the little woman became more and more dazzling under the light.

Inadvertently, she moved. The messy hair on her forehead brushed lightly over his thin and angular lips. The tiny itchiness seemed to spread to his heart.

Jocelyn slid down tightly against the wall, escaping the restraint from his arm.

Noah unlocked the phone with one hand. Then he saw the payment screen. He raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at her blushing face, "You really won't stop until you reach your goal."

"That's for sure." Jocelyn said softly, then quickly sat on the bed, took out her mobile phone from her pocket, and looked through the news to divert her attention.

She was blushed and the light red color continued to spread on the auricle.

"This is the first time I saw someone desperate to give others money." Noah walked back to his original seat and sat down.

They two were only half a meter apart, so they could clearly see the expressions on each other’s face.

"It's also the first time I've seen someone refuse money from others." Jocelyn frowned slightly and replied in a bad mood.

"You just want to be my sugar daddy?" he said lightly.

"Sugar daddy? It’s a bit of a misnomer." Jocelyn responded quickly.

Why did she feel a little weird to hear him say that word?

Noah didn't respond. He just slightly smiled and continued to play with the phone.

Jocelyn ignored him, opened her mailbox, and started to check the work emails Paige sent her.

Time flew quietly like this.

After reading the contents in the mailbox, she felt sleepy. Then she looked down at the Dior watch in her hand.

It was half past ten now.

Raising her head, she saw that Noah had fallen asleep leaning against the back of the couch with his head resting on the armrest of the couch. His long eyelashes, the high bridge of the nose, and the perfect jawline were in sight.

The third button of the black shirt was opened at an unknown time, and the strong chest muscles were looming.

At this moment, he didn’t look so stern. He looked tenderer than usual. Even if he fell asleep, he still had a compelling temperament.

Jocelyn stood up slowly, then quietly opened the door, and found that her father was still doing exercise.

She looked down at the time. It was half past eleven.

Her father had been exercising for an hour. Besides, it seemed that he had absolutely no intention of stopping.

If her dad continued, she couldn't stand it any longer.

"Dad, aren’t you still sleepy?" Jocelyn couldn't help asking.

"I'm not sleepy yet. I've researched a new move myself and I'm practicing it. Jocelyn, go to bed first." Allen said while continuing his movements.

Jocelyn helplessly pinched her eyebrows, got up and picked up the thin white quilt by the bedside and covered it over the sleeping person.

The moment the quilt was covered, Noah slowly opened his eyes. He pinched his eyebrows tiredly, and looked at her who was close at hand, "What time is it?"

"It's half past eleven, but my dad doesn't want to go to bed yet. You can rest here first. I guess it will take a while." Jocelyn said.

"Well." Having said that, Noah took out his mobile phone and carefully checked the work emails in the mailbox.

Jocelyn returned to the bed, sat cross-legged on the bed, put on her headphones, and started watching the video of the company's trainee assessment sent to her by Paige during the day.

The trainees of X Entertainment would be assessed once a month. They needed to sing and dance with the aid of equipment.

If the test scores dropped three times in a row, they would be eliminated.

The executives of the company headed by Paige were in charge of the assessment.

In the video, several executives headed by Paige were sitting at the long table. The trainees came to them one by one to perform without equipment.

Every trainee in the camera had a good appearance and skills. Several of them performed very well.

Halfway through the video, Jocelyn was completely attracted to a guy.

Wearing a loose black sweater, a pair of overalls, a peaked cap, and a headset, he slowly walked to the front of the executives.

Jocelyn had an impression of this person. He was Dorian and 18 years old. She and Paige noticed him in the bar.

It was because of the training he received in the company. He looked better now, and his overall temperament was even more outstanding than before.

Compared with other trainees, he was the most special one. No one was more eye-catching than him in terms of temperament.

After a brief self-introduction, he started his own singing and dancing performance.

Jocelyn had never heard this song before. It had a strong sense of rhythm. With his special voice and his almost perfect dance moves, the overall performance was a perfect score.

The performance was five minutes in total.

After the end, Paige asked, "I've never heard this song. Where did you find it? Not bad."

Dorian panted and responded, "I wrote it casually."

Paige asked, "Write it casually?"

Dorian, "Otherwise?"

Paige, "Can you write so well? Why didn't you tell me you could write songs before?"

Dorian, "I can tell you, but it's not necessary. Because it's not something to show off."

Paige, "Really?"

Dorian, "Yeah."

There was a bit of astonishment in his eyes. He didn't seem to think that being able to write songs was anything special.

He seemed to be saying, “Can’t you write songs?”

Paige was speechless.

In him, there was nothing like the trembling feeling that other people had when facing executives.

He was indifferent, straightforward, and casual.

Jocelyn thought this guy was promising.

He was not only talented, but also very honest and interesting. He had a ruffian temperament but it made others feel very comfortable. If he could be packed and promoted well, he would definitely be popular in the future.

After watching Dorian's performance again, Jocelyn continued to watch other people's performances.

After that, there were many people who left a deep impression on her.

Just watching it, Jocelyn felt a little sleepy. She lay down, covered her mouth and yawned.

She was so sleepy that she was too lazy to get out of bed to see if her father was gone. When she caught a glimpse of Noah looking at his own phone, Jocelyn said, "Go and see whether my father leaves."

Then she stretched herself, covered the quilt, and continued to look at the phone.

Noah didn't speak. He just walked to the door and gently opened the door.

The corridor was empty. He closed the door gently.

Jocelyn covered her mouth again and yawned, looking at him lazily, "Is he leaving?"

"No..." he said.

Then he sat back on the couch.