After dinner, Ryan drove Jocelyn home.
Along the way, he remained silent and frowned.
The inside of the car was extremely dark. Jocelyn didn't notice the expression change on his face.
When they arrived at the Murphy mansion, the car stopped steadily.
During the meal, Jocelyn drank some red wine. At that time, she didn't feel nothing wrong, but now she felt that she was a little drunk.
Ryan drove her directly home.
The car stopped steadily at the entrance of the main building. Jocelyn turned to look at Ryan, "Thank you for driving me back. Be careful on the road. Good night."
After saying that, she closed the car door and walked home.
"Wait a minute..." Ryan also got out of the car.
The cold wind was oncoming, and they two moved slightly.
"Whenever you need help, you can come to me. Since we can't be lovers, I hope we can be good friends." Ryan looked sincere and his eyes were smiling.
This smile was purely heartwarming.
"Okay, bye." After speaking, Jocelyn waved to him and walked away.
Ryan stood silently in the same place. Tears flew down without a sound.
But no one noticed.
Noah on the balcony could see all this in the yard clearly.
He took a deep puff of cigarette and narrowed his eyes slightly. His eyes were so deep that others couldn't see his emotions.
When Jocelyn returned home, she received a message from Paige.
Bella had been sentenced to be imprisoned for a month.
When Jocelyn saw this message, a smile appeared on her face.
When she looked up, the sky was full of dazzling stars.
The lights at home were always on, which was enough to comfort her on this cold winter night.
Since when, she had become accustomed to the scene where the lights in this house were on for her every day.
Pieces of snowflakes as soft as goose feathers fell from the sky and landed on her face and strands of hair.
Although it was cold, she felt warm.
When she walked into the house, there were bursts of warmth coming towards her. She changed her slippers and walked into the living room.
There was no one around. The house was surprisingly quiet.
She took off her white coat and went straight upstairs.
When she walked to the door of her own room, the door of the next room suddenly opened.
The man walked out with an empty glass in his hand.
The black silk nightgown was loose on him. The strong chest muscles could be seen, which looked so sexy.
Fair skin, against the black nightgown, looked extraordinarily fair. At first glance, he looked so noble.
He didn't look like a bandit, but looked like some business elites.
"You're back." He said lightly.
Then he walked in front of her.
"Yeah." Jocelyn responded softly. Her voice was as soft as ever.
There was no alcohol in her voice, but it was unexpectedly intoxicating.
The wine had a strong delayed effect. She felt a little dizzy, then she leaned towards him.
The man's body temperature came to her through the clothes.
She immediately trembled and her heart beat faster.
"Wanna to hug me?" He asked in a low voice and smiled playfully.
The warm breath poured down from the top of the head. Part of it fell on her earlobe, which made her feel bursts of numb.
It seemed that countless small ants had crawled into her heart. It was so itchy that she couldn't breathe.
"I'm sorry. The wine I drank tonight was a little too strong." Jocelyn quickly stood up, preparing to stay away from him.
However, as soon as she took a step to the side, she felt a sharp pain in her scalp.
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