My Revenge Life, Fatty to Sexy

Chapter 250 Being good to Jocelyn is a real son

The moment the two eyes met, Jocelyn felt as if her heart was on fire.

Her ears, too, could not help but start to flush.

"Are you hungry?" He asked.

Jocelyn shook her head, "Not hungry, but thirsty ......"

"What would you like to drink?"

"Lemonade."

Without saying a word, he got up and went into the kitchen and began to work at the stove.

Looking at the busy figure, Jocelyn felt her heart warm and fuzzy.

Suddenly thinking of his sister, Jocelyn got up, walked to the kitchen door, leaned against it and looked

at him who was carefully slicing lemons, "Is Camille alright?"

Noah looked up at her, his large, slender, bony hands, carefully dropping two slices of lemon into an

expensive crystal frosted glass, "She is out of the hospital and recuperating."

"Where does she live?" Jocelyn asked.

"Live in my house." Noah said.

"Why not get over here? We can look after each other." Jocelyn added.

"No need, someone will take care of her." As he spoke, Noah added honey and warm water to the cup,

stirring it carefully.

What is just the most ordinary glass of lemonade looks even more expensive for it was made by him.

Jocelyn nodded and didn't ask much.

"What do you want to eat tonight? I'll prepare it for you in advance." He asked, before placing the

lemonade in her hand.

"I haven't thought about it yet, I'll tell you when I do." She added.

"Okay. I have found out the one who set me up about the cheating, it was Bella." Noah said.

Jocelyn grunted coldly, and sure enough, it was as she had expected.

"What are we going to do?" Noah asked.

"What else can we do, you send me the evidence and I'll have Paige submit it to the police to increase

her sentence." Jocelyn added.

"Okay."

"Thank you, Noah, I'll go up to the office first. Please send me the evident later." After saying that,

Jocelyn took the honey water and went upstairs.

It wasn't long after she went upstairs that the man sent the evidence to her phone, which she

forwarded directly to Paige and explained.

And then, after drinking half a glass of lemonade, she leaned back and sat on her bed and began to

work on the work she had fallen behind on these days.

After processing for over an hour and feeling tired, she paused and set her laptop aside.

Thinking that the man was still waiting for her order, she was too lazy to go out and find him at this

moment, so she started a voice chat with him on WeChat.

In the next room, Noah was sitting at his computer desk, headphones on, looking at the computer

screen.

All of them on the screen are senior executives from the headquarters of Griffin Group.

At this moment, they are having their quarterly group meeting.

All the important people all present.

At the moment, in the video, the senior member of the marketing department is seriously reporting to

him the situation in his own department.

Just then, his mobile phone vibrated and when he saw that it was a voice call from Jocelyn, he took off

his headset and simply pressed answer.

There was warmth on that otherwise ice-covered face.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"I've thought of what I'm going to have for dinner, I want steak, and pasta, the steak should be medium

rare fillet, and the pasta I want with tomato sauce." Jocelyn gave a serious account.

"Okay, I'll make it for you later."

"By the way, I'd also like cream soup of mushroom gumbo, can you make that?" Jocelyn asked.

"I don't know how to, but I can learn." He said.

"Oh, okay."

On the computer screen, a large group of executives in the conference room were shocked!

How dare this woman order their president to cook for her? How dare she tell him to cook for her? How

can she do that? It seems like their president cooks for her all the time?

Can the cold-faced King of Hell, Noah, actually have such a side?

Everyone looked at each other with confusion, and eventually turned off their voice and whispered.

"I didn't hear wrong, did I? Our president, in private, actually cooks? It's hard to imagine that big devil

wearing an apron to make soup."

"You are right. Who is this woman? She's made our president make an exception for her more than

once, Oh, my, God, this is too good, isn't it?"

"We don't know, and we don't dare to ask, what a shock!!! I really only feel that our president is a warm

person when he talks to this woman."

"He said he wasn't allowed to take personal calls during meeting time, but why is he taking calls from

this woman over and over again? What does this woman look like?"

Noah listened carefully to Jocelyn's instructions before hanging up the phone and returning his

attention to the computer screen.

The people on the screen instantly and quickly turned on their sound and returned to seriousness, not

daring to breathe again.

Noah looked at the crowd coldly as if nothing had happened, "Continue ......"

The meeting then continued.

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At noon, Noah returned to his ancient castle-like villa in the suburbs.

The villa was extraordinarily lively because Scott had returned.

Ryan, Camille and Allie, sat with Scott in the living room chatting about the day, and Camille kept giving

her father a laugh, making everyone laugh.

Watching that scene, the corners of Noah's mouth involuntarily curved up into a perfect arc.

No matter what time of day it is, their home is a hive of activity as long as Camille is present.

From the first time she came to the house, he knew that he was the happy man in the family.

Seeing Noah, Scott immediately waved his hand towards him, "Come here, Noah."

He looked well and looked flushed and in good spirits.

Noah stepped forward and sat next to Ryan.

"How's it going with you and your wife lately? Did you make her angry?" Scott asked.

"No." Noah said.

"Don't father usually ask if his daughter-in-law bully his son or something like that? Hahahaha." joked

Camille.

Scott gave Camille a direct blank stare, "Is he the type that can be bullied? He's good at bullying

people."

"Haha, is Noah really not the son you adopted?" Camille couldn't help but tease.

Noah coughed lightly in embarrassment, picked up his lighter and lit a cigarette for Scott.

On the side, Ryan could not help but hook his lips.

Only the next second, the light under his eyes receded, and his heart ached vaguely.

"If he dares to treat Jocelyn badly, then he is an adopted son, if he treats Jocelyn well, then he is my

real son." Scott looked at Noah with a straight face and said, "Understand what I mean?"

Noah didn't say anything, he just silently lit a cigarette and smoked it. This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

"By the way, Noah ......" said Scott, who wanted to say something.