My Revenge Life, Fatty to Sexy novel Chapter 999

At this moment, Jocelyn's motherly instincts were completely aroused.

Even the look on her face became tender.

Fondly, she caressed her belly, eating while imagining, in her mind's eye, the image of her soft, cuddly child, rolling over in her belly.

The baby that is growing day by day, and her husband takes care of her.

At this moment, Jocelyn felt that she was the luckiest girl under the sky.

After dinner, Jocelyn joined Noah, hand in hand, and went out the door.

Outside the door, the sky is dense with red clouds and it is snowing heavily.

Swathes and swathes of snowflakes are beautifully vivid against the light.

The yard is a vast expanse of white.

It is clean and beautiful to look at.

"Honey, let's take a walk home. I want to walk with you and leave the car here for someone to drive tomorrow."

"Okay."

Noah has never been anything but responsive to Jocelyn.

With those words, he took off the black coat he was wearing and draped it over Jocelyn's white coat, saying, "It's cold, you'll have to wear more if you walk."

The coat came off, leaving the man with only a dark blue turtleneck cashmere sweater.

The fabric of the cashmere sweater is very soft and on him, it looks extra classy.

When Jocelyn looked at the image, she felt cold.

She immediately reached out her hand, ready to take off her clothes and give them back to Noah.

Instead, Noah wrapping her tightly, and spoke dominantly, "Listen, you are not alone now."

Jocelyn, "But you'll be cold."

The coat, which smells of his perfume, a hint of ebony incense, is extra warm, premium and textured for this winter.

This is one of her favourite men's fragrances.

Noah, "I'm not cold. "

The man then took her hand in a domineering manner and led her, through the snow, all the way forward.

Footprint after footprint was left on the snowy white ground.

Heavy snow rustled down and fell on the hair of the two.

Jocelyn was like a small cat, following obediently beside Noah, looking at the flying snow, and said, "In this weather, we should have fried chestnuts with sugar, roasted sweet potatoes, and hot pot."

These three, for her, are the standard for snow days.

Habits developed from childhood.

After finishing casually, Jocelyn looked at Noah again and asked, "Are you really not cold?"

Noah, "No, really want to eat?"

Jocelyn, "No, just saying."

Noah did not speak again, but only silently clutched her hand.

Looking at her snowy white head, Noah said, "Jocelyn, just keep going like this, all the way to our old age."

Jocelyn smiled and nodded, "Okay."

"Hubby."

"How long will you love me?"

"A long, long time."

"How long?"

"Long enough that even if I were a ghost." Noah said in a soft voice.

In a moment, Jocelyn felt, once again, warm and fuzzy inside.

"Me too." Jocelyn smiled.

Noah hooked his lips shallowly and did not speak again, but pulled her hand up, lowered his head and kissed it gently.

And then he added, "Watch your step."

Jocelyn, "Okay."

Back at home, Jocelyn and Noah's hair were white.