My Revenge Life, Fatty to Sexy

Chapter 17 Want To Die?

Jocelyn's heart tightened and her first thought was that his wound had split open because of her.

She immediately turned on the interior lights of the car and put her eyes on the man.

Looking over carefully, she noticed that the black shirt on his body seemed to have a large part of it

wet.

"You have a split wound." Jocelyn was full of tension.

Although she couldn't see that image herself, she knew how much it hurt just thinking about it.

However, Noah just looked down with a bland face, "It's okay."

On his face, emotion fluctuation could not be seen, as if the person who was hurt wasn't himself at all.

"That's okay?"

"It's a small injury, it won't kill me." He looked taciturn, steadily turning the steering wheel and staring

ahead.

"A small injury left untreated can kill you if it gets infected." Jocelyn added.

He had become like this for her and she could never sit back and do nothing about it.

"Go back to the hospital right away."

"I will send you home first."

"I hate hospitals, and I don't like going there if it's not necessary." He continued to drive forward with no

intention of listening.

Charlotte instantly moved to his side and quickly unzipped his shirt.

This instant she was stunned; two places on the right side of his chest and a gauze-covered area on

the right side of his abdomen were completely stained with blood.

The bright red liquid was running all over his body, the toned pecs, and the sexy eight-pack abs, were

stained with blood.

The image was so shocking that she couldn't help but draw a cold breath.

"I am driving, don't you want to live?" Noah 's eyes were tainted with a bit of sulking.

"Go back to the hospital." Jocelyn insisted, with a bit of displeasure under her eyes.

Noah's attitude instantly gentled down, "Be good, don't make a fuss."

And then he fastened the buckle with one hand and continued forward, he could completely handle this

small injury himself.

She didn’t know if it was because these words wereambiguous, or if it was just her illusion, she always

felt that when he said this, his tone was somewhat gentle.

Glancing at a pharmacy on the roadside, Jocelyn immediately snapped back to her senses, "I'll go to

the pharmacy and buy some medicine then I'll medicate you."

Noah's eyebrow lightly raised, his gaze coolly fell on her, but he did not say anything, just silently

parked the car at the roadside.

Jocelyn lowered her head and prepared to unbuckle her seat belt and get out of the car.

However, when her hand reached for the switch, it was held down by a large, warm hand.

Turning back, she saw the man's face close at hand.

It was as if there was an invisible net hidden under his eyes, as if he would trap one firmly if one was

not careful.

The moment he pressed over, Jocelyn felt a great sense of oppression, and her breath even missed

half a beat.

"Although I know you care about me, I want you to care about yourself first, can you walk on those

feet?" A low voice rang out overhead.

As the words fell, Noah got out of the car, not giving Jocelyn any chance to speak at all.

Jocelyn blushed and furrowed her brows in embarrassment, looking at his slender, upright back and

whining, "Who cares about you?"

Soon Noah got into the car with a bag of medicines.

The cold air outside was brought in by him and Jocelyn couldn't help but shiver at once.

He placed the stuff directly on her lap and opened his shirt naturally.

"I told you not to hug me, but you refused, now what?" Jocelyn grumbled with a slight frown.

She opened the bag as she complained.

Noah, however, did not say a word, just listening to her complaints in silence.

The things he bought were complete, there were disinfectant cotton balls, cotton swabs, gauze,

tweezers, alcohol and disinfectant potion.

Jocelyn took the lead in disinfecting the tweezers with alcohol, and then she picked up a piece of

alcohol cotton and carefully disinfected it on his wound.

To avoid him being in pain, she kept blowing on his wound.

She was tender.

Noah's heart was suddenly warmed.

"Does it hurt?" Jocelyn asked, her voice soft.

"I'm used to it." He said.

"It seems like you get hurt a lot?" After the alcoholic cotton wipe, Jocelyn then dipped a cotton swab

into the antiseptic salve and applied it to his wound bit by bit.

"Yes."

"Your job feels unsafe."

"It's okay." He said.

"Going to be in a lot of fights?" Jocelyn asked.

"Yeah."

"Does a leader like you have to face that?"

"Yes."

After treating the wound, Jocelyn packed everything away and admonished, "If you don't feel well when

you get home, go see a doctor."

"Okay." With those words, Noah fastened the buckle and started the car.

"Why don't I drive?" Jocelyn said.

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Soon, the dazzling red Maserati, once again merging into the bright traffic, sped forward.

"Have you ever thought about changing careers?" Jocelyn asked again.

"Want to suggest me to get debuts?"

"If not, something else would be fine."

"I haven't thought about it ." He held the steering wheel with one hand and turned off the overhead light

with the other.

"If you want to do something else, you can come to me, I can introduce you to jobs. You helped me

today, so I can return your the favour."

With that, Jocelyn took a sticky note out of the drawer, wrote down her phone number and put it in

Noah's shirt breast pocket.

Noah didn't say anything, his eyes were forward.

It was the first time in his life he had ever met someone who wanted to introduce him to a job.

Jocelyn turned back and saw his face, unable to connect him with underworld.

It was clear that he looked quite a noble and decent man.

Just then Paige's phone call came in, interrupting her thoughts, and she picked it up.

"Miss Murphy, I'm at the police station now, those punks have explained everything when they arrived

over here, and now the police have gone to your house to arrest Gloria."

"Okay." Jocelyn hooked her lips in satisfaction.

"How are you? Are you okay?" Paige asked.

"I am okay."

...

In the living room of the Murphy family.

Gloria and Sara were leisurely leaning against the sofa, putting on a face mask, while chatting.

Both of them were in an extremely good mood.

"Haha, Mum, do you think that Jocelyn has he been beaten into a pig's head by now?" Gloria laughed

as she straightened her mask, "Damn, I can't laugh while doing the mask, but I can't help it, I'm really in

a good mood."

"That's for sure. After all, there are so many people." Sara snorted, "I've wanted to teach her a lesson

for a long time, but have you made all the arrangements? It won't leave any leverage, right? You have

to know that your father already hates you, if you let him know you've done this...."

"Don't worry, everything has been arranged properly. I've already told those people to run after the

fight. and I've also give them enough money. Even if anything goes wrong, they won't implicate me."

Gloria added.

"Are you sure?" Sara asked.

"Of course, these people were introduced to me by a friend of mine who is in underworld, how could

there be any problems? It's Jocelyn's bad luck, it just so happens that I came out of the bar across the

street and saw her go into the Lost Bar."

"If she hadn't been in my sight tonight, that bad luck might have been delayed for a few days." Gloria

said with a smug look in her eyes.

"Keep your voice down, lest the others can hear you." Sara said, then subconsciously glanced at the

corner of the stairs.

"Dad's not back yet from his social engagements, and the maids are asleep at this hour, so who can

hear it?" Gloria looked unconcerned.

The doorbell interrupted their conversation.

Gloria stood up cheerfully, "I think it's dad coming back, I'll get it. I have to behave myself lately."

Without bothering to look at the doorbell monitor, Gloria opened the door straight away.

The moment the door opened, she was shocked at the scene.