My Revenge Life, Fatty to Sexy

Chapter 252 The Rest of Your Life

Inside, a whole bunch of their CP fans were discussing about the image of the two of them together.

"Ahhhhhhh ...... this is the first time in my life I've been a fan of a couple. When the two of them are

together, I feel like the sun is instantly shining in my world."

"So, so, so in love! I've never seen two men who look so good together! I'm in love with this couple. I

will always love them, I am rich and I am willing to contribute all the money to you!"

"Cuttlefish CP, go for it!!! We must all vote hard!!! Let them stand side by side on top of the world

together!"

"They match for each other! Love it."

After reading the comments in the microblog, Jocelyn put down her phone with satisfaction.

It was at this time that all the lights in the house suddenly went out.

All over the world, only the light on the phone screen remained.

She instantly put on her slippers and quickly walked out of the room and went downstairs to look at the

electric switch box.

And yet there was nothing to see.

She immediately called Noah and put him on speakerphone.

"The power suddenly went out in the house, but I can't find the problem and it's not a trip, when are you

coming back? Help take a look." Jocelyn said as she continued to observe the situation in the electric

switch box with her torch.

"I'll be home in ten minutes."

"Okay, I'll wait for you." Jocelyn said, and then she was ready to hang up the phone.

"Hold on." On the other side of the phone, Noah said.

At those words, Jocelyn's heart was warmed, and he knew that he was doing so because he was

worried that she was afraid.

"Okay." Jocelyn took the phone and sat down in front of the couch, continuing to have the torch on,

along with the speakerphone.

Because of his presence, the darkness of the night remained unhurried in her mind.

"Did you have the dinner I made for you?" He asked.

Jocelyn nodded, "Yes."

"Is it to your liking?"

"Yes, it's great."

She was nervous, and for a moment, she didn't know what to continue talking to him about.

So he tentatively asked, "Noah, do you know how to sing? Sing me a song, OK?"

"What do you want to hear?"

"Anything you sing." Jocelyn said.

She had never heard Noah sing before.

"Okay, I will sing you a song The Rest Of Your Life."

"Okay." Jocelyn was full of anticipation.

"Find the sun where there is no wind, make you warm where you are cold, you are naive, for the rest of

my life, I just want you."

"For the rest of my life, the snow and wind will be yours, the blandness will be yours, the glory will be

yours, the tenderness of my heart will be yours, and the gaze will be yours."

"Want to take you to see clear skies and tell you out loud that I'm obsessed with you ......"

With a magnetic and perfect voice, the song is interpreted to perfection. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

It even surpasses the original.

Jocelyn never knew that he was such a good singer.

In her ears, he continued.

The lyrics, which were already beautiful, were made even better by the sound of his voice.

He sang as if he could reach the deepest part of her heart.

She listened quietly, the corners of her mouth curling into a warm smile.

His song penetrates the darkness and warms the years.

The song is over.

But she couldn't get enough, "How about another song? Will you sing, the world is beautiful?"

"Okay." On the other side of the phone, Noah drove the car with one hand, the corners of his mouth

curved in a doting arc.

Soon he was singing.

As he sang, he lamented how he was now like a high school student, obeying the girl he liked and even

singing for her, singing whatever the girl asked him to sing.

He sang, and Jocelyn listened, enjoying herself.

As he sang, the sound of a car coming to the door rang out.

She was instantly delighted and went to open the door while listening to the song on speakerphone.

The moment the door opened, she was just in time to see him step out of the black Honda.

He was in white shirt, black trousers and a black blazer on the arm.

A simple match, yet he is as noble as a god descending from heaven.

He made his way towards her as the song came to a screeching halt.

Soon, he walked up to her, a plausible smile curling the corners of his mouth, "I'm back."

Jocelyn nodded gently.

"Are you scared?" He asked.

Jocelyn shook her head.

She was not particularly afraid of the dark herself, and with his company she did not feel the least bit

afraid.

Without speaking, Noah draped his jacket over her, "I'll go and see what's going on."

With those words, he switched on the torch of his own mobile phone and walked to the front of the

electric switch box.

Jocelyn followed closely behind.

"There's a problem with one of the wires, so go sit over there and I'll get it." He said.

"I'll get you the toolbox." Jocelyn said.

"I'll do it, you go and sit down." With that, he strode to the coffee table and retrieved the toolbox before

returning to her, "You go and sit."

"Let me help you with the lighting." Jocelyn said.

"No, you go and rest." He said.

He then turned her around and whispered in her ear, "Hurry up and take care of yourself."

Warm breath scattered behind her ear and neck, Jocelyn's face couldn't help but blush.

Only the world in front of him was so dim that he was all but oblivious.

Jocelyn nodded subconsciously, before taking a deep breath and sitting down quickly in front of the

sofa.

When she sat down, she still felt her heart tingling.

Noah soon brought the whole world back to light.

The sudden brightness made Jocelyn squint uncomfortably.

It took a few seconds of adjustment before she turned her head to look at the man who was squatting

on the floor, packing his toolbox and said, "Thank you."

Thank you for singing to me and thank you, too, for helping to get the circuit fixed.

Noah came forward with his toolbox, lightly put the things in the drawer under the coffee table and sat

beside her and said, "You are welcome."

The moment his gaze touched her, she felt, once again, her heartbeat begin to clutter.

"You sing well." Jocelyn complimented.

That song still brings back memories.

"Really?"

"Yes, did you learn that specifically?" Jocelyn was curious.

His songs was definitely not amateurish.

"Nope."

"Then you're too talented." Jocelyn couldn't resist giving a thumbs up.

"Are you hungry?" He asked.

If he didn't say it, she didn't feel it, but as soon as he did, she felt a bit hungry, and immediately nodded,

while glancing at the time, she said, "I kind of want to eat ramen, I'll order takeaway, will you eat?"

"I'll go and make it for you." He said.

"I mean, the kind of noodles that are made now," said Jocelyn, a flash of consternation in her eyes.

"Okay."

"Can you do it?" Jocelyn asked.

"Don't you know?"