My Revenge Life, Fatty to Sexy

Chapter 16 Not a Boyfriend Indeed

Robert immediately sucked in a cold breath in shock, "I was just trying to joke with him, how could this

happen?"

Abel gave him a straightforward blank stare, "Help yourself."

His chest was hard and broad, and with her face pressed against it, she could clearly feel his strong,

powerful heartbeat.

Jocelyn took a breath of cold air backwards, a face of embarrassment, "Actually you can slowly help

me walk."

Noah, however, did not say a word, just walked out on his own.

The handsome man and the beautiful woman, everywhere they went, attracted countless people to turn

back.

After leaving the door, Jocelyn looked at Noah's cold hard face and asked, "Don't you have injuries on

your body? Is it okay to hold me like this? You put me down."

He had been injured just a few days ago, and that it was quite serious.

Holding her like this would have strained the wound, wouldn't it?

Noah ignored her, "Where's the car?"

Jocelyn quickly took her car keys out and unlocked it remotely at her sports car.

The red Maserati, not far away, had its lights flashing a few times.

Noah was still cool and calm, not saying a word as he carried her to the car.

He then was able to get into the car from the other side and then forcefully took her right foot up and

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He turned on the lights in the car to take a closer look.

Her ankle was now red and swollen and the back of her foot was slightly puffy.

Warm fingers touched her skin, and a burst of electricity instantly passed through her body, her

heartbeat unconsciously messing up.

"Are you really all right?" Jocelyn asked.

"So concerned about me?" Noah's eyebrows raised, and his gaze fell leisurely on her face, the deep

eyes seemed to be able to look into the deepest part of one's heart.

She retracted her foot at that moment, took a deep breath, "You saved me, it's only right to care about

you."

"Don't worry." He still said a few words.

He then silently started the car.

The dazzling red Maserati then quickly merged into the glittering traffic.

Jocelyn sent the video she had just recorded, to Paige's WeChat, and then locked the screen on her

phone.

Neither of them spoke, and the carriage was silent.

The moment Jocelyn turned her head, she could see the man's exquisite side face, and his face was

suddenly bright and dark as light and shadow intermingled.

Even if he did not do anything, his aura was still powerful and oppressive.

"So, the people at the same table as you today are in your circle?" Jocelyn was the first to break the

silence.

"Yes." He uttered.

"You're out partying and bringing so many people, so you should be a boss? Or a leader?"

"One of the boss' men."

"Your boss’ right hand, right?" Her eyes filled with curiosity.

"Sort of." The man answered in a calm manner.

"What about the ones at the table? Are they your men?"

"Why are you so curious about my business?" Noah turned his head, his gaze coolly glancing over her.

"I just think it is rare to see such a face in that circle."

"Oh."

"What's you name?" Jocelyn asked.

"Mason."

Hearing that name, she couldn't help but think of Mr. Mason who had driven Belle out of the mall that

day.

But after thinking about it, she thought it was impossible, he was just a henchman of his boss, how

could he be that capable?

...

Soon, they arrived at the First People's Hospital.

Noah got a wheelchair and pushed her all the way to the register.

The director of First People's hospital, who had just left work, saw Noah and was ready to step forward

and greet him.

Noah immediately shook his head towards him and gave him a wink.

Only then did the director stop in his tracks and pretend he didn't know him as he stepped outside.

The queue was full of people, and all of them would turn around and look twice when they saw him.

"ID card." Noah said.

Jocelyn immediately found her electronic ID card from her phone and handed it to the man.

Just at this time, a young boy on a skateboard came hurtling towards their location.

The skateboard was clearly out of control.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way.," the little boy shouted.

Jocelyn instantly turned back subconsciously.

Seeing that the skateboard was about to crash into her wheelchair, she immediately braced her hands

on the handrail and prepared to get up.

Noah reacted quickly and instantly fished her out of the wheelchair with one hand.

She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and hung on to him like a wombat.

In the next instant, Noah used his other hand to tug on the boy's sweatshirt hood and pull him off the

skateboard.

The whole thing was done in one fell swoop, his movements more agile than a panther's.

Immediately afterwards the skateboard hit the wall and came to a halt.

Jocelyn looked at the man with a stunned expression and subconsciously hugged his neck tightly,

"Thank you."

The distance was so close that as soon as she lifted her head she could clearly see that handsome

face.

For a moment, she was actually lost in thought, that movement of his was impressive.

Good-looking people really did look good in everything they did.

"No need." Noah said.

With those words, his eyes then fell coolly on the little boy, directly letting go of his hat, and with a

serious face, he reprimanded, "Don't play a skateboard in the hospital."

His voice was lower and more melodic than a cello, with a compelling magnetism.

The little boy, however, was subdued by his aura, immediately shivered and said with trepidation, "I, I

know."

"Wow, he is so impressive."

"Did you guys see the way he just hugged her with one hand?"

"I am so jealous that she has such a boyfriend."

All the women waiting in line around them couldn't hold back their inner excitement and began to make

a fancy face at Noah's face.

Boyfriend? Jocelyn was embarrassed.

"You guys have misunderstood, he's not my boyfriend." Jocelyn explained.

"Indeed not boyfriend." He was indifferent and clear as always.

After the words, he looked at Jocelyn's face with a meaningful expression, the corners of his mouth

curved in a playful curve.

Jocelyn came back to her sense, and realized that she still have her arms around him..

She took a deep breath and said softly, "Put me down."

He didn't say anything, just silently placed her on the wheelchair, and then handed her electronic ID

card to the registration officer.

...

After arriving at the orthopedic department for an examination Jocelyn's ankle was only slightly

sprained.

After the doctor gave her a brief treatment, Noah carried her horizontally to the car.

They have caught many eyes.

In the car, Jocelyn moved her right ankle slightly, still stinging with pain.

"Thank you." Jocelyn said softly, her eyes bright.

"No need." The words fell, and he started the car, his expression as indifferent as ever, "Address."

She did not want to casually give him her home address.

But in her current condition, there was no way she could drive back by herself.

After a few seconds of hesitation, she gave the address.

He didn't respond, just drove steadily.

Jocelyn took out her mobile phone, intending to ask Paige about the situation, but just as she lowered

her head, she saw that her sleeve was covered in blood!

How could there be so much blood? Could it be that...