My Revenge Life, Fatty to Sexy
Chapter 413 Bloodstains

When she finished eating, Jocelyn cleaned up the dishes, so she went upstairs alone and put on a tub of warm water, doing a face mask while soaking and listening to music. The music she played was piano music.

She had been busy all day, and at this moment, listening to the soothing tune and soaking in the bath, she instantly felt the tiredness in her body completely disappeared. After the bath, she dried her hair and then applied her skin care products and lay down comfortably on the bed.

Taking a look at the time, it was already one o'clock at the moment.

And Noah had not yet returned.

So she switched off the light, hugged herself to the blanket and fell asleep.

Not long after she fell asleep, Noah came home.

He parked his car and then walked into the house.

Noah didn't go upstairs immediately, but walked to the sofa and sat down.

The sleeves of his white shirt rolled up to the crook of his arm, and the new pinhole marks on the crook of his left arm looked particularly obvious in the light.

At this time, the number with the three 9's on its tail number called once again.

He lightly pinched his brow in exhaustion and pressed answer, "What is it again?"

"Watch your diet these days. Call me when something happens, you must not take it lightly." The young man's voice, once again, filled his ears.

"Got it." After saying that, he pressed hang up with an indifferent face, and then got up to go upstairs.

Just as he got upstairs, his phone vibrated once again.

On the screen was the word Grandpa.

He then leaned against the wall and pressed answer, "Grandpa."

"How are you doing now?" The tone on the other side was full of concern.

"Quite well," Noah responded as he pinched his brow.

"I'm not sure, I think it's better if I go back tomorrow or you come to my place." The tone there was full of concern. "No, it's fine."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

Noah said a few words to the other side, then hung up the phone and returned to the room.

In the room, it was so quiet that he could hear even her breathing clearly.

The air was filled with the smell of her shower gel and the faint scent of roses, which made him feel soothed.

He didn't turn on the light, but just took advantage of the light coming in from the corridor. He walked over to the bed and sat beside her, lifting his hand and rubbing her hair. Jocelyn was in a light sleep at the moment, and as soon as he touched her, she immediately woke up.

When she opened her eyes and saw that it was him, she then stretched lazily, before coming up to him and placing her head on his lap, "What time is it?" "Well, it's three o'clock."

"Did you hang out with your friends?"

"Yeah."

Jocelyn didn't ask much, hugging his waist and saying softly, "Go take a shower and go to bed, otherwise tomorrow morning, you won't be able to get up." "Jocelyn." he called her in a low voice, wanting to say something.

"Yeah?" Jocelyn covered her mouth in a daze and yawned, looking up at his face through the dim light.

"Sleep. I'm going to take a shower."

"Okay."

Jocelyn reluctantly let go of him and closed her eyes again.

He once again lightly rubbed her hair on, and then got up and went into the bathroom.

The door closed, and soon in the bathroom, the sound of running water rang out.

With the sound of water, Jocelyn fell asleep again.

But she did not sleep well again.

Tossing and turning, she was always having all kinds of dreams, and in her dreams, there kept being different people chasing her constantly, while she kept running constantly.

At seven o'clock in the morning, she opened her eyes naturally.

The next second, a strong swelling pain in her head swept over her.

She rubbed her head lightly and subconsciously touched her side, only to replace that Noah was not there anymore.

The sheets were cold, indicating that he had risen long ago.

She stretched, and then, with a drowsy head, went into the bathroom.

Her eyes inadvertently fell on the dirty clothes basket, and a smear of blood on the man's white shirt then came into view.

That white shirt was the one Noah had worn yesterday.

She then picked up the shirt and looked at it.

The blood on the shirt, in the fold of the bend of his arm, was not large, only the size of his thumb.

What was this about?

Had he accidentally hurt himself last night?

"Honey, ready for dinner." A cello-like textured voice rang out, interrupting her thoughts.

Jocelyn looked at the sound, only to see Noah standing in the doorway, wearing a black silk housecoat.

Noticing that she was holding her shirt, he stepped forward amd threw it back into the dirty clothes basket, "What are you doing with my shirt?"

Jocelyn didn't say anything and simply rolled up his sleeves on both sides.

At the bend of his left arm, the added traces of needle marks caught her eye.

She remembered that yesterday morning there had been no needle marks here.

Had he had another infusion?

The blood on that shirt should that be from the infusion?

She clearly remembered that the shirt was clean before he went out last night.

So that meant he had gone out for a infusion afterwards?

"What's wrong with you again? Did you get another infusion? Is the blood on your shirt from the infusion?" Jocelyn asked.

"Yeah."

"You're not feeling well again?" A glint of concern flashed in her eyes.

"Well, I didn't feel completely well from the cold, so I went for another infusion."

"Was the one who called you yesterday a doctor?"

"Yeah, I originally booked to go for an infusion during the day, but I ended up putting it off until the evening and he urged me." "That doctor is quite dedicated, it was the middle of the night and he didn't forget to remind you to go for your infusion." Jocelyn said. "We are friends." Noah added.

"Let me take your pulse. Let me see what's really going on, maybe it's not a cold." Jocelyn said and was ready to shake his hand.

He pushed her hand away, while then naturally took her into his arms, "Checked, it's a cold. Don't worry, I am fine now, no need to go next."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, you haven't washed up yet, have you? Hurry up and wash up, go eat." Noah doted and lightly rubbed her hair, and there was tenderness in his eyes. Jocelyn nodded, didn't think much of it, and walked straight to the sink to wash up.

Noah put all the clothes in the dirty clothes basket into the washing machine, then pour the washing liquid and turn on the washer.

After Jocelyn and Noah finished their meal, she simply put on a makeup and left the house with him.

Noah drove his black Bentley Elegance and she sat on the passenger side.

As the car drove up to the door, a black Audi pulled up next to them.

The license plate number, a string of zeros, was very unfamiliar to her. Seeing the person inside the car, a faint surprise flashed in Jocelyn's eyes.