My Revenge Life, Fatty to Sexy novel Chapter 1126

Chapter 1126 Good looks come at a price

"No need. I can walk on my own, it's not that pretentious." Jocelyn said again.

But Noah ignored her, carried her dominantly and entered the lift.

The two took the lift all the way to the first floor of the company.

At this time of the day, some of the employees who have worked overtime are rushing to leave work.

The hall was filled with many, many people.

Seeing the two of them, the crowd immediately gathered their eyes.

In an instant, everyone was perfectly envious.

In the face of so many people watching, Jocelyn felt embarrassed at once.

"Hello, Miss Murphy."

"Good day, Mr. Mason."

The staff began to greet each other towards the two.

Jocelyn nodded awkwardly.

And Noah was subdued.

Jocelyn struggled and whispered, "Put me down, so many people are watching."

As she spoke, Jocelyn noticed that there were people taking pictures of themselves.

She became even more embarrassed at once.

Noah, however, was domineering and had absolutely no intention of putting her down, just striding his long legs all the way outside.

Jocelyn, "Do as you're told."

Noah, "Be good, I'll carry you, do as you're told."

Jocelyn, "No."

Noah, "Be good."

Seeing that Noah insisted, she had no choice but to go along with him.

In full view of everyone, Noah carried Jocelyn to his black Bugatti Veyron.

After the two left, the hall was buzzing with talk in moments.

[My goodness, this is too much love, isn't it? The chairman doesn't even need to walk with her legs.]

[I see the chairman's heel is worn out, Mr. Mason probably can't stand it, that's why he's walking with her in his arms].

[I beg God to give me a husband like Noah.]

[This is the standard template for a male lead in a presidential text, okay?"]

Those women who spoke had eyes full of admiration for Noah and jealousy and hatred for Jocelyn.

Who wouldn't want to have such a perfect love?

In the car, Noah carefully took off Jocelyn's shoes before placing her feet on his lap.

Immediately afterwards, he took out a tube of anti-inflammatory ointment from the drawer, and then he gently squeezed on her wound.

He took another one out of the drawer in front of him and began to apply it carefully.

The ointment is not very irritating and is cool to apply to the wound.

Jocelyn instantly felt much more comfortable on her heels.

The man's every movement was careful, meticulous and focused.

Such idolatrous images enchanted Jocelyn once again.

While gently applying it, Noah asked, "How is it? Does it hurt?"

Every movement he made seemed a million times more careful, as if he were sweeping dust off an antique.

Jocelyn shook her head, "It doesn't hurt."

Noah then settled down and continued the movements of his hands, maintaining his original force.

With that, Jocelyn quietly watched Noah applying the medicine to her.

Inner happiness is overwhelming.

It was at this point that the staff walked out.