My Revenge Life, Fatty to Sexy novel Chapter 356

From the sofa in the living room, to the windowsill in the room, and the big bed.

This man seemed to have a never ending supply of energy.

Tossing and turning until midnight, he had no intention of letting her go.

It was only when she begged for mercy that he reluctantly let her go.

Sweat broke out on both of them.

At this moment, Jocelyn felt that her legs were so tired that she couldn't lift them up at all.

Her back was sore.

The bones in her whole body seemed to have been completely broken.

She looked at the man beside her, who looked as normal, with a resentful expression, "Are you a human being?"

The man reached out and held her tightly in his arms, his chin constantly rubbing against her hair, "Just now, you didn't have this expression."

Jocelyn's face instantly flushed to the base of her neck, her heart felt as if it had been electrocuted as if it was tingling.

"Don't be shameless."

"Jocelyn, be good. Next time I will be gentle."

Every time he said so.

What was the result?

One time is more excessive than another.

"If a man's words could be believed, a sow could be on a tree."

There was a soft chuckle from him overhead, "Take a shower?"

"You carry me, I have no strength. " Jocelyn hooked her arms around his neck and pouted.

He then got up and carried her and into the bathroom.

Put a bathtub of warm water, the two together sat in it.

Between the mist, his emotionless, lustless face looked cool and exquisite.

He naturally wrapped his arm around her, "Stay away from Ryan in the future."

Jocelyn was stunned, "What?"

"In short, have less contact with him, except for work."

"Why are you talking about this all of a sudden?"

"My wife is too good looking, I'm afraid you'll be abducted by someone else if I'm not careful."

"We have almost no contact other than work." Jocelyn said.

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In the luxurious villa, Robert was sitting alone at the head of the bed, holding the perfume, Chanel's Miss Coco, commonly used by Zoe, in a daze.

He was indescribably disheveled.

It has been separated for several days, he wondered if she was well.

Where exactly is she?

Does she miss him?

When it was late at night, would she be as vulnerable as he was?

Thinking about this, Robert's heart was filled with mixed feelings.

Opening the lid of the perfume, he sprayed it into the air.

The familiar fragrance spread in the air.

Carefully placing the perfume bottle aside, he closed his eyes and quietly felt it, Zoe’s scent.

He subconsciously turned sideways and reached for the spot next to him.

But that spot was empty and cold.

Once upon a time, it had been she who had waited for him.

He didn't come here every day. He had plenty of women to deal with.

Whether he came or not, she would always be in the house, leaving that one light on for him.

Whenever he came, there was always a light in the house and she was always in the room.

She did her part as a lover, to the best of her ability.

When he came, she welcomed him, when he left, she never said more than that.

Sometimes, when he promised her he would come here and suddenly stopped coming, she would never call to ask.

She was as quiet as a kitten.

Always docile in this house, waiting for her master.

But it was only a few short days and everything had changed.

He had gone from the one who was been waited for to the one who was waiting.

It was not until now that he realised how lonely and isolated it really was to wait for someone who did not always come home.

But how many nights had Zoe waited alone in silence like that?

Now that he thought about it, at that time, he was really quite bad to Zoe.

He was quite wrong, like a bastard.

Thinking about it, another pang of inexplicable irritation came over him, and he got up and lit a cigarette and smoked it hard.

These days, he was getting more and more addicted to smoking.

A few cigarettes a day before, but now a pack a day was not enough.

After smoking a few cigarettes hard, his mood was still not relieved.

Finally, he picked up his mobile phone and dialed his special assistant Haider's number, "Haider. Starting tomorrow, you don't have to come to work."

The sleeping Haider, hearing this, instantly stunned, directly rolling and crawling out of bed, standing there like a stone man, "Mr. Moore, I'm sorry. I was wrong. Please give me another chance."

"It's been a few days. You haven’t found her yet. Haven't I given you enough chances?"

"Please give me some more time, I will try my best."

Robert frowned impatiently and lit a cigarette on the spot and took a drag, "Give you three more days, if you can't find her, get the hell out of my way."

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The next morning, when Jocelyn opened her eyes, she received a message from Alex, telling her to cheer up.

It also said see you in the final.

Jocelyn smiled and sent back an OK emoji, and then said some cheering words to him as well.

Until now, thinking about yesterday's experience, she still felt new.

Before, she had never thought that she would, one day, go up and play a match.

These days of hard training, and last night's passionate match, have made her more and more aware of the charm of e-sports.

The beauty of it lies in its uncertainty.

You never know what's going to happen next on the field, and you never know how it's going to end until the last minute.

It's like before the game started yesterday, a lot of people were saying, this game, it's 50/50.

A lot of people, guessing the score, were 3:2.

Either the opposite side won 3:2 against them, or they won 3:2 against the opposite side.

But in the end, they went 3:0, ending everything with an absolute crushing.

They gave the audience a visual feast.

Suddenly, her body was turned around.

She fell into a warm embrace.

Jocelyn raised her eyes and looked towards the man close at hand, "Honey, good morning."

The happiest thing in life, she thought, was to wake up in the morning with her beloved, and the sun, all around her.

He doted and gently rubbed her hair, "Good morning, what were you doing?"

"Nothing, Alex sent me a message and I replied to him."

"Why did he send you a message early in the morning?"

"To cheer me on for the final."

"Did he have bad intentions?" Noah's tone was full of caution.

Jocelyn instantly gave him a blank stare, "You're worried about those kids?"

"Can you blame me for that?"

"Then who's to blame?"

"Blame you for being too beautiful."

Jocelyn was, for a moment, speechless.

"Also, what else did you ask me just now?" The man's eyes gradually became ambiguous.

Jocelyn was puzzled, "What?"

Noah, "You asked me whether I can do it?"