The Man Who Waited vs. The Man Who Wasted novel Chapter 421

Jocelyn took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart.

"Don't look. It's ugly."

For once, Julian insisted. "Let me see."

After a few seconds of silence, Jocelyn lifted her shirt, exposing her waist.

On the right side of her waist was a scar the size of a fist. Time had faded it to a pale pink, but it twisted like a snake, jagged and hideous.

Against her radiant complexion, it stood out starkly.

It was easy to imagine how much it must have hurt when she was burned.

And without timely treatment, the torment must have been unbearable.

Julian's fingers stopped just short of touching the wound.

The profound ache in his gaze melted into a soft sigh.

"Did you cry?"

Jocelyn dropped the hem of her shirt. "No, because I knew crying wouldn't do any good."

She had tried, once upon a time.

She used to think crying would soften Diana's heart.

It didn't.

Instead, Diana just found her annoying and immature.

So, from then on, Jocelyn rarely shed a tear.

It was only since she got pregnant that she seemed to have become sensitive again.

Julian finally rested his hand on the back of her head, gently stroking her hair.

"If it hurts in the future, cry if you want to."

Jocelyn offered a bitter smile. "Does crying help?"

Julian: "It does."

Jocelyn: "How?"

Julian: "If you cry, I'll know you're in pain, and I'll find a way to make it stop."

Jocelyn stared at his face for a few seconds.

"Why are you so good to me?"

Julian: "Because you're good to me, too."

Jocelyn thought about it for a long while.

"I don't think I've done anything particularly good for you."

A faint smile touched Julian's lips.

"You have. Just today."

Jocelyn couldn't figure it out.

"Today? Did I?"

Julian: "Yes. You worried about me."

Jocelyn: "That counts as being good to you?"

A glimmer of hope flashed in Julian's eyes.

She rang the doorbell.

Soon, the door opened.

Gideon stood there shirtless, wearing only a pair of sweatpants.

His defined abs and the perfect lines of his torso were a feast for the eyes.

As an appreciative observer, Jocelyn didn't hold back from taking a second look.

Suddenly, her vision went dark.

Julian covered her eyes with his hand and commanded in a low, authoritative voice.

"Go put a shirt on."

Gideon wasn't one to take orders easily. He crossed his arms and was about to fire back a retort when he paused.

This man had come with Jocelyn.

Without another word, he spun around and headed back to his room.

When he reappeared, he was fully dressed.

A bit too fully dressed.

Jocelyn couldn't help but laugh.

"Aren't you dressed a little too formally?"

He was wearing a suit and dress pants. All he needed was a tie.

"But I have to admit, you look really good in it."