My Revenge Life, Fatty to Sexy

Chapter 294 Probably Phoebe

"That's not normal?" Harry put his arm around Robert's shoulder and led him all the way inside, "He

has a family, can he be the same as us?"

"I've never seen Noah treat any woman like that before, and Jocelyn is impressive."

"You are right."

When Noah hung up the phone, he removed the headset and casually put it into his suit pocket, looked

at Jocelyn and asked, "Do you want to hang out tomorrow night?"

Jocelyn nodded, "Okay, but your buddies are having a party, will you guys not unhappy if I go?"

"No," he said.

"Good." Jocelyn nodded, and then continued to clasp her fingers with Noah.

"By the way, Robert's identity is known to me, what about Abel and Harry? What are the identities of

the two of them?" Thinking about a few of them, Jocelyn couldn't hold down her curiosity again.

"They are both in a similar position to Robert," he said.

Jocelyn immediately understood and didn't ask any more questions.

She just couldn't help but grumble, "It's an unbelievably odd thing that you nobles could all work

together to lie to me that you are from underworld."

"I'm sorry, we were wrong." Noah uttered.

Jocelyn couldn't help but give him a blank stare, thinking to herself that it wasn't easy for a few of them,

people of that status to pretend to be from underworld.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

"Actually, there's one thing I've been quite curious about." Noah shifted his gaze to Jocelyn's face

again, glancing at it before continuing to stare ahead.

"What is it?"

"How on earth did you mistake me for being in underworld in the first place?" That question had been

bothering him for a long time.

"Just back in the day, after we first had that kind of relationship, I heard you on the phone and you said

something about, well, do it, and the tone was extra cold, so I just ......"

Noah couldn't help but feel amused, "So, you thought, at the time, that I was ordering to kill someone?

And then identified me as from underworld?"

Jocelyn nodded, "It's true, what you said, and the tone of your voice, were very misleading. It's not my

fault."

"Fine, fine, I don't blame you, it's all because of my bad tone of voice on the phone at the time." His

eyes were full of helplessness, "I was talking to Tom about work at the time."

"Oh." Jocelyn didn't ask anything more, just nodded.

The two chatted all the way to the house and soon arrived there.

When she returned home, Jocelyn felt that her feet were sore, and her body was very tired.

High heels, for women, are the most beautiful instrument of torture.

You always have to pay a price while using it to look good.

Changing into slippers, Jocelyn felt her entire feet were liberated and the soreness in her toes and

soles was greatly relieved.

Pulling Noah with him, the two of them sat down directly on the sofa.

"It's comfortable in slippers at home," said Jocelyn, "my feet are sore from wearing high heels."

Noah carefully placed her feet on his lap and gently massaged them while saying, "Is this more

comfortable?"

His massage was excellent and made her feel a great relief from the soreness in her feet.

She nodded, with a look of enjoyment, "Well, my husband is awesome."

"Now that you know that high heels are uncomfortable, wear them less often in the future."

"No, beautiful heels are my life and I can't wear them any less."

"You just want to look good, and do care it is not comfortable."

"I'm quite willing to sacrifice proper comfort in exchange for looking good." Jocelyn said.

"I really don't understand you women."

Jocelyn smiled and lay back naturally, her head resting on the arm of the sofa.

Looking at the seriousness of Noah's face, her heart could not be more honoured.

How lucky was she to have met one of the best in the world after rushing through the storm alone.

He was a proud man standing on the clouds, looking down on all beings, but he was willing to step

down for her, to do all the most ordinary things in this world.

As soon as he looked up, Noah touched Jocelyn's gentle and focused eyes.

He instantly pulled Jocelyn up and held her on his lap, "What do you keep looking at me for? Want to

have sex again?"

Jocelyn's heart tingled and her blood boiled at his question, and her face involuntarily flushed to the

base of her neck, "Noah, can you think of something else?"

"How do you know what I'm thinking?"

"Rascal, um ......"

Before she could finish her sentence, Noah's lips pressed down.

The moment the four lips pressed together, all hell broke loose again.

Behind her, her phone kept buzzing, a series of unknown number flashing on the screen.

She put her hand behind her back and tried to reach for her phone.

Only to be stopped by his dominance, pressing her hand directly against his chest.

She was slowly losing her mind.

Later, they tossed and turned from the living room all the way to the bedroom.

It wasn't until later in the night that he let her go, wrapping his arms around her from behind and kissing

her shoulder as he said, "Going to take a shower?"

"No, no strength left......" she was sore, and at this moment she lost all her strength.

"Okay, then, no washing." With that, he hugged her close.

Suddenly thinking of that phone downstairs, Jocelyn immediately said, "I remember my phone ringing

earlier, go get it for me and see who it is."

Without saying a word, Noah got up from the bed, went into the bathroom, grabbed a bath towel and

put it around him, and went straight downstairs.

For her part, she carefully moved her incredibly sore body and sat up with difficulty, pulling the covers

over her armpits and covering all the way up to her collarbone.

Her arms were covered in mottled red markings.

Remembering what had just happened, her heart began to beat wildly again.

Soon Noah brought the phone back.

He went straight to the bed, and afterwards handed her the phone.

Jocelyn took a quick look and found it was a number she didn't recognise.

Moreover, this number had called her a dozen times.

It took until about an hour ago for the call to end.

Intuition told her that this person must be Phoebe.

No one but her would have been so anxious to call her so much in the middle of the night.

"Someone from the Steward family?" Noah glanced at her screen and asked, before he took a cigarette

from the cigarette case on the bedside table next to him, lit it, and leaned over the bed to smoke it.

Between the foggy air, his face looked cold and lustful and inviting.

"I think so, I guess it's Phoebe ......" said Jocelyn.

Noah didn't say anything more, just grunted coldly and continued smoking.