My Revenge Life, Fatty to Sexy novel Chapter 356

From the sofa in the living room, to the windowsill in the room, and the big bed.

This man seemed to have a never ending supply of energy.

Tossing and turning until midnight, he had no intention of letting her go.

It was only when she begged for mercy that he reluctantly let her go.

Sweat broke out on both of them.

At this moment, Jocelyn felt that her legs were so tired that she couldn't lift them up at all.

Her back was sore.

The bones in her whole body seemed to have been completely broken.

She looked at the man beside her, who looked as normal, with a resentful expression, "Are you a human being?"

The man reached out and held her tightly in his arms, his chin constantly rubbing against her hair, "Just now, you didn't have this expression."

Jocelyn's face instantly flushed to the base of her neck, her heart felt as if it had been electrocuted as if it was tingling.

"Don't be shameless."

"Jocelyn, be good. Next time I will be gentle."

Every time he said so.

What was the result?

One time is more excessive than another.

"If a man's words could be believed, a sow could be on a tree."

There was a soft chuckle from him overhead, "Take a shower?"

"You carry me, I have no strength. " Jocelyn hooked her arms around his neck and pouted.

He then got up and carried her and into the bathroom.

Put a bathtub of warm water, the two together sat in it.

Between the mist, his emotionless, lustless face looked cool and exquisite.

He naturally wrapped his arm around her, "Stay away from Ryan in the future."

Jocelyn was stunned, "What?"

"In short, have less contact with him, except for work."

"Why are you talking about this all of a sudden?"

"My wife is too good looking, I'm afraid you'll be abducted by someone else if I'm not careful."

"We have almost no contact other than work." Jocelyn said.

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In the luxurious villa, Robert was sitting alone at the head of the bed, holding the perfume, Chanel's Miss Coco, commonly used by Zoe, in a daze.

He was indescribably disheveled.

It has been separated for several days, he wondered if she was well.

Where exactly is she?

Does she miss him?

When it was late at night, would she be as vulnerable as he was?

Thinking about this, Robert's heart was filled with mixed feelings.

Opening the lid of the perfume, he sprayed it into the air.

The familiar fragrance spread in the air.

Carefully placing the perfume bottle aside, he closed his eyes and quietly felt it, Zoe’s scent.

He subconsciously turned sideways and reached for the spot next to him.

But that spot was empty and cold.

Once upon a time, it had been she who had waited for him.

He didn't come here every day. He had plenty of women to deal with.

Whether he came or not, she would always be in the house, leaving that one light on for him.

Whenever he came, there was always a light in the house and she was always in the room.

She did her part as a lover, to the best of her ability.

When he came, she welcomed him, when he left, she never said more than that.

Sometimes, when he promised her he would come here and suddenly stopped coming, she would never call to ask.