My Revenge Life, Fatty to Sexy

Chapter 79 Thank you, I'm sorry

Jocelyn's gaze was incomparably focused and every action was serious and professional.

He sat there very cooperatively, quietly allowing her to examine him.

The light from outside shone on her face, making her gentleness even clearer.

The wide dark blue suit was draped over her shoulders, yet it didn't look the least bit unattractive.

After checking over and over several times, Jocelyn looked up at him and said, "There shouldn't be any

fractures but to be on the safe side, you should go to the hospital and have a film taken, because

sometimes bones fracture can’t be seen like this."

"Okay."

"Wait for the police to arrive later and we'll go after we explain the situation."

"Okay."

"Thank you for blocking that for me." Jocelyn said softly.

Recalling the image of him blocking the iron bar attack for her without hesitation just now in the

underground garage, her heart surged with another wave of warmth.

"No need." He responded calmly, with an air of understatement.

"And I'm sorry." Jocelyn frowned slightly, an apologetic look on her face.

"What?" There were a few searching moments under his eyes, but his expression was as cool as ever.

"If I hadn't asked you to play my husband, you wouldn't have come across this kind of thing."

"There's nothing to be sorry since I have taken your money." Noah had a look of indifference on his

face.

"Reasoning as it may be, I'm still sorry for getting you hurt." Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

"It's okay."

"You should be careful next, in case he makes a move." Jocelyn was worried about what was next for

him.

"Don't worry." Noah remained calm, with the blandness of a strategist.

"Take a few more men with you when you go out." Jocelyn seriously admonished.

"Okay."

"Call me if you can't handle it." Jocelyn added.

At those words, the corners of his mouth curved up slightly in a playful manner, and his gaze shifted

slowly and deliberately to her face.

Her words were refreshing to him.

Ever since he'd become an adult, he'd become all-powerful in everyone's eyes, and it was the next

person who sought his help, but none of them said, you 'can't handle it, you come to me'.

"What?" Jocelyn was full of confusion.

"Okay." He gave her a meaningful look and said faintly.

...

The police arrived a few minutes later.

After the two of them explained the situation, those men were taken away.

Jocelyn drove him to a nearby hospital first and had his bones checked.

After making sure it was okay, Jocelyn asked the doctor to prescribe some medicine and then returned

to the car together.

As Jocelyn drove towards the outside of the hospital, she asked, "Where do I take you next?"

"Cleegurk Community, Clurrig District." He said.

This district was located in the suburbs of Flento City City, and Cleegurk Community was considered

an old district in that area.

She knew the location, so she drove all the way there.

He was sitting quietly in the passenger seat looking at the scenery along the way.

After driving for two hours, she finally drove the car to his house.

Jocelyn directly took out the medicine she bought from the drawer, and then took out all kinds of

medications, carefully admonished, "Inside the anti-inflammatory medicine and painkillers, you just eat

according to the instructions, herbs to boil water and then soak the injured parts, it can heal faster."

"Forget it, I'd better go up with you, you may not be able to remember this. I'll go to your house to help

you boil the medicine water once, and then help you remember the dosage of various medicines."

Jocelyn added.

"Okay."

He then led Jocelyn all the way into the building.

There was no lift in the building.

The two all walked to the fifth floor where he was, room 508.

When they opened the door, it was a cozy home with simple decorations.

The home was spotlessly clean and everything was neatly arranged from big to small, high to low.

She could tell that he was a man who lived a very regulated life.

Together with the way he had behaved when eating with her earlier, she could already conclude that he

was obsessive-compulsive.

It even seemed to be a bit of a cleanliness fetish.

Jocelyn put on her slippers, carried her skirt into the living room looked around for a moment and

asked, "Where is your kitchen?"

"Over there ...," he said as he raised his finger and pointed to the kitchen.

Jocelyn immediately took the medicine out separately and carried it into the kitchen.

Noah followed and said, "What do you need? Let me help you ..."

"I don't need anything, I just need this casserole." Jocelyn smiled and pointed to the white casserole on

the stove top, and then opened the herbs one by one, putting them into it one by one, telling him the

dosage as she did so, acting serious as ever.

He, in turn, stood by and watched and listened carefully.

Once the important ones were put in, Jocelyn added water to the casserole, and then covered the lid

and began to stew.

"Okay, just boil the water for thirty minutes on low heat, then pour the water out and use it to soak your

elbows, got it?" Jocelyn had a serious and patient face.

"Yes."

"I'll go first then." Jocelyn said.

"I'm hungry." He said.

"Then what do you want to eat? I'll make it for you." Jocelyn said.

"Everything is okay."

At that, Jocelyn directly opened the fridge beside her and saw that it was filled with abundant

ingredients, so she casually took out a few and said, "Go out, I'll cook a few dishes for you."

"Okay."

He nodded slightly before turning around and leaving the kitchen, the corner of his angular lips curving

up in a nice curve the moment he turned around.

Jocelyn cooked the rice first, after which she made a few dishes, fried eggs with green peppers, dry-

fried broccoli, as well as tomato and shrimp tofu soup.

The whole process took half an hour in total.

When the rice was ready, the herbal water in the casserole was already ready.

Jocelyn turned off the heat first, after which he put the dishes on a dinner plate and carried them out of

the kitchen.

At the moment, he was sitting on the coffee table in the living room looking down at the newspaper,

with the lights outside the window in the background.

His straight white shirt was extraordinarily flat and snow white in the light, setting off his extraordinarily

cold temperament.

Just the side of his face was enough to make people never get tired of looking at him.

"Where are we going to eat?" Jocelyn asked.

His deep gaze slowly went to her face, "Let's eat here."

She instantly placed everything on the coffee table one by one.

Each dish smelt good.

"Do you have a basin where you can soak your elbows?" Jocelyn asked.

He didn't say anything, but got up and went to the bathroom and took a small wooden basin, "Is this

okay?"

Jocelyn nodded and put the small wooden basin on the coffee table, and then brought out the boiled

herbal water and poured it in, "It just so happens that this is ready, soak your elbow while you eat, it's

left-handed and doesn't affect it anyway."

Everything was arranged to perfection by her and it was nothing short of perfection.

"Sit down and eat together." He gave her a deep look before sitting down and rolling up his sleeve and

putting his elbow in.

"No, I've got things to do at home." It was getting late, and it was ultimately inappropriate for a man and

woman to be at home.

Not to mention, she had a bunch of things going on at home.

"Then you can take my car, and I'll go and drive back tomorrow." He said again.

"No, I'll take a taxi, remember to take your medicine on time and soak your elbow." Jocelyn asked.

"It's not a good place to get a taxi, drive my car." His tone was overbearing and not to be denied, and

with those words he threw the keys to her.

"Alright then." Jocelyn took the keys and turned around to leave.

As soon as she went out, a message popped up in her phone.