My Revenge Life, Fatty to Sexy novel Chapter 307

"Just that Arya I brought with me, she hit Jocelyn all over with the wine, and even slapped Paige." Robert gave a truthful account, with an apprehensive look on his face.

Abel did not say anything, pulled Paige to the front of the sofa, forcibly dragged her to sit down.

He then skilfully took a few ice cubes from the bucket of ice on the table, picked up another wet towel on the table and wrapped it around the ice cubes, and gently pressed it onto Paige's face.

The slightest hint of coolness spread, diminishing the burning sensation on her face.

"Thanks." Paige said, but her attitude remained bland.

"You are welcome." Abel crossed his legs.

Without another word, Paige took the ice towel and continued to apply ice.

Noah looked at Robert and his face suddenly turned cold, "In the future, don't bring in just anyone to play with."

Robert nodded repeatedly and stepped forward to make amends, "Yes, yes, I know, I was wrong, I was wrong."

"Did that woman beat you?" Noah asked, looking at Jocelyn.

Jocelyn shook her head.

Only then did Noah say nothing more, pulling Jocelyn back to Harry and sitting down beside him.

Harry nodded politely towards Jocelyn, "Hello, Jocelyn."

Jocelyn smiled, "Hello."

Harry nodded towards Paige.

Paige also nodded towards him as a greeting.

Robert awkwardly touched the back of his head and sat down next to Abel and Paige, "No one of the women I played with is not gentle enough as Zoe."

Abel, "Then from now on, we'll just take Zoe out."

Robert, "How is that possible?"

Their conversation, though uncomfortable for Jocelyn to hear, did not come as much of a surprise.

There are many, many playboys in high society.

Those playboys, like Robert, like to embrace many women.

Jocelyn didn't interrupt the whole time, just sat silently next to Noah.

"Jocelyn, do you guys want anything to drink?" Robert looked at Jocelyn and then at Paige, "I'll pay for the entire consumption today as an apology."

"I'll drink this." Jocelyn casually took a cocktail from the table and shook it.

"I won't drink." Paige said.

"So boring, who sings a song?" Harry looked at Robert and said.

"I'll." Robert readily picked up the microphone.

"Forget it, can you sing well? Don't pollute my Paige and Jocelyn's ears." Abel said no.

Robert frowned in dissatisfaction, "What are you saying ? How come I can’t sing well?"

Abel, "Don't you have any idea in your own mind?"

Robert, "It is even comparable to heavenly music, okay?"

Abel, "......"

Harry, "It's slightly too much, Robert."

Jocelyn, "Robert, let's hear your heavenly voice."

Robert, "Well, what do you want to hear?"

Paige couldn't help but open her mouth, "The Best Year?"

Robert nodded cheerfully, "OK, I can sing this song very well."

Abel gave him a direct blank stare.

Robert quickly picked up the microphone, while then picked up the tablet beside him and ordered The Best Year.

The song soon appeared on the big screen beside them.

Robert began, following the rhythm and singing carefully.

He tooksit seriously.

As for the song, it is unlistenable.

The crowd had goosebumps, and Noah gave Robert a faint look and covered Jocelyn's ears.

Seeing this, Abel also immediately covered Paige's ears.

Paige struggled, however, to no avail.

Seeing this scene, Robert did not care and continued his self-indulgence.

It wasn't until he finished this song that the crowd breathed a long sigh of relief.

Paige pushed away Abel's hand and gave him a fierce blank stare.

The woman in front of him is like a piece of ice, cold and not very nice to him, but he likes her.

The more she does this, the more he has the desire to conquer her.

Noah also let go of Jocelyn's ears and opened another cocktail for her.

"A bunch of people who don't appreciate it." Robert complained and returned to Harry's side, putting his arm around Harry's shoulder and lighting a cigarette.

Harry pushed his hand away in disgust.

But soon he was cuddling up again, "They have a girl with them and we don't have one with us, so why don't we just gather?"

Harry couldn't resist giving him a blank stare, but didn't say anything and let him go.

The group of them played until twelve o'clock and left the bar together.

After walking to the door and saying goodbye to each other, they each got into their respective cars and left.

Robert drove his car all the way to the villa where he kept his Zoe.

Although it was late, a light was still on in the cottage's living room.

The warm light, which hits the courtyard through the floor-to-ceiling windows, makes Robert feel indescribably comfortable inside.

This is the habit of Zoe.

Whether he came or not, there was always a light in the living room at night, left on for him.

She said, it wouldn't be dark when he came back.

At the thought, the corners of his mouth involuntarily curved up in a nice curve.

Whistling, he took great strides and went straight into the house.

Then he walked upstairs.

In the bedroom Zoe was still awake and was sitting against the bed reading a book, her face pale.

Noticing that she was looking very pale, Robert immediately went to the bed and sat down, asking, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," said Zoe, shaking her head.

The strong smell of his perfume, which did not belong to him, hit her nose and stung her heart.

Instead, she said nothing and just smiled, "I'll get the water ready in the bath for you."

Robert gently stroked her hair, "No, I'll do it by myself, you sit still. Where are you not feeling well? Is it menstrual cramps?"

Gently nodded, "Well, yeah, tonight, I can't serve you."

Robert, "Then cover yourself with a quilt and sleep."

Gently nodded again.

Robert naturally placed his hand on her belly and carefully massaged it, lying his head on her thigh, "Would this be more comfortable?"

Zoe nodded with a bitter smile, "Yeah."

When Robert smiled, he continued with the action of his hands, and Zoe didn't say a word the whole time but just looked at him quietly.

The next second, her eyes went black and she collapsed straight towards the side.

This scene was watched with horror by Robert.

Robert immediately jumped on the bed, lifted the cover and kept shaking her, "Zoe, wake up, wake up ......"

Since he was a child, he had never been as flustered as he was at this moment.

By this time, Zoe remained unresponsive and blood suddenly flowed from beneath her.