My Revenge Life, Fatty to Sexy

Chapter 92 Let's Live Together (3)

"I bought that villa together with this one a long time ago, no one has ever lived in it. The decoration

and the layout is similar to the one here, what do you think?" Allen asked.

For a moment, Jocelyn actually didn't know how to answer.

Just because of an oversight, so many things had to change.

Since Noah had said that he was going to live in the country permanently, then her father would

definitely arrange a house for them to live together.

It would be naturally inappropriate for her to remain living in her father's house like an unmarried young

girl.

"Dad, there's no need, don't I have a finely furnished duplex in the city centre in my name? I'll just go

live there with my husband." she said.

There was no way she would agree to live next door to her own house.

That would mean that she would have to live with Noah every day.

If they didn't live together, her father would surely find out.

So she might as well say she would go to the house downtown.

It was far away from home, not under her father's nose, and if she lived there alone, he could not

possibly know about it.

"Jocelyn, do you really want to do that?" Allen pulled long his face.

"Dad, what do you mean?" Jocelyn looked confused.

She could feel that her father was angry, but had absolutely no idea why he was so angry.

"The reason I want you to live next door is because I couldn't want you get too far away from me, do

you understand? Originally I was going to let you live at home."

"But I know that young people want privacy, so I came up with this compromise."

"Now that Gloria has left home, and her mother and I are getting divorced, don't you think I would look

like a lonely old man if you leave?" Allen still had a reluctant look on his face.

When he said that, Jocelyn's heart immediately began to sour, and she was even embarrassed to

continue refusing.

But if she didn't refuse ruthlessly, then she would have to live with Noah.

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It was all Noah's fault for answering the question carelessly.

On the side, Noah silently got up and poured two cups of tea, one for Allen and one for Jocelyn.

All the details were well-bred.

Jocelyn looked at him, waiting for him to help say no.

However, he didn't react at all and poured himself another cup of tea.

"Jocelyn ...... didn't you say you would always stay with me, always be filial to me and listen to me?"

Allen obviously did not want to give up.

Jocelyn saw that Allen's mind was already made up, and immediately turned her head once again to

look at the man beside her, "Honey, what do you think?"

"At your disposal." He said indifferently.

He was clearly not following the rules.

She couldn't help but think to herself: why can’t this man understand her intention?

"Jocelyn, is it so hard for a father to want his daughter to live next door to him?" Allen was still very

insistent.

Jocelyn helplessly held her forehead, "Alright then."

She knew that if she continued to refuse, her father would definitely get really angry.

So, she could only agree.

Just after agreeing, she regretted it.

This way the subsequent troubles would really grow and grow, and would Noah agree? What if he

doesn't agree?

Moreover, why did she always feel like Noah was doing it on purpose? Was she thinking too much?

"That's more like it." Allen smiled with a satisfied face.

While he smiled, Jocelyn felt like she was on the verge of tears.

"Then I'll write the house under both of your names then." Saying that, Allen bowed his head and took

a sip of tea.

"No need, Dad, it's fine under your name." Jocelyn said.

"Okay." Allen nodded and didn't say anything more, thinking that his eldest daughter was really not only

obedient, but also not greedy at all, she was completely different from his younger daughter.

"Jocelyn, you take Noah next door to have a look." Allen said.

"Okay ......" It was just as well that she wanted to detach Noah to go out and have a chat.

Noah stood up, bowing his head, "See you, Mr. Murphy."

"Go." Allen waved his hand.

Jocelyn then took his arm affectionately and the two of them made their way out the door.

Once outside, Jocelyn took him all the way to her red Maserati.

After closing the door, Jocelyn pinched her brow helplessly, a faint sulk staining her face, "How could

you tell my father that you were staying in the country? After you said all that, everything that followed

got out of hand."

"Didn't think too much." Noah's face did not change.

Jocelyn helplessly spread her hands, "Forget it ...... this is my fault, I didn't explain it right."

Unable to hold down the suspicion in her heart, Jocelyn continued to look at him and asked, "Did you

do it on purpose?"

"On purpose? What good would that do me?" He asked rhetorically, his expression flat.

"Like you wanting to live with me." Jocelyn said.

The corners of Noah's mouth curled into a meaningful smile, his gaze gradually becoming darker.

A woman being too smart was really giving him a headache.

"Do you think it's possible?" Noah asked.

Jocelyn coughed lightly in embarrassment, "I just suspected, since you said it wasn't, then forget it,

now I can only do what my father said." With that, she let out a long sigh and looked at him with a

serious face, "Is it okay?"

"I'll think about it." As the words fell, Noah raised his eyebrows slightly, turning his head to place his

gaze outside the window, the corners of his mouth silently curled up into a playful smile.

"You're not angry because of the question I asked just now, are you?" Jocelyn asked cautiously, her

voice as gentle as ever.

"No." He said.

"Then what else are you considering? You have to help me." The urgency was written in Jocelyn's

eyes.

"Do you want to live with me?" Noah asked as he looked at her calmly.

This question sounded ambiguous.

"Flirting with me? Can you be serious?" Jocelyn's face became more and more serious.

"I am very serious."

"Is that okay? That house is huge, with lots of rooms. We'll just pick one each, not to disturb each other.

You can use it as a temporary hotel, your daily life will definitely not be affected, I promise." Jocelyn

had a serious face.

The sunlight hit in from the side and shone in her eyes.

"I can give you an increase, another fifty thousand on top of the original, going forward you'll get two

hundred and fifty thousand a month, is that enough?" Jocelyn added, afraid that he would not agree.

"Oh."

"So you're saying yes?" Jocelyn's heart fluttered with joy.

"What do you say?" He raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Thank you." Jocelyn was filled with gratitude and her hanging heart finally dropped.

"No need."

"Then I'll show you over there, and you can pick out a room on the way."

"No, you can just arrange it." Slowly he took a cigarette out of his pocket, half the car window down,

and smoked it.

The smoky image was like a classic painting from a famous master's hand.

"I'll do whatever you want."

She didn’t know if it was an illusion, but she always felt that when he said this, his tone was not quite

the same as before, as if it was much softer.

"Then I'll arrange it alone." Jocelyn said.

"Okay, you make the call." Noah said.

In this way, she could sort of rest easy.

After her mind was quiet and she thought carefully about everything, she suddenly felt as if something

was not right.

At once, she slowly raised her head and looked at him, "Did you do that on purpose?"