My Revenge Life, Fatty to Sexy

Chapter 247 Jocelyn, how have you been?

"In three days, I have to leave for a day, is it okay if you let Paige take care of you then?" He asked.

In the foreign branch, there is something very important that he must travel to.

"It's okay." Jocelyn nodded, but didn't ask more.

He hooked his lips faintly, and then went into the bathroom with the water basin.

At this time, her mobile phone vibrated.

When she saw the word Master noted in the phone, her emotions were complicated.

Intense guilt spreading wildly through her heart, was like a pair of invisible hands that were constantly

tearing at her soul.

Taking a deep breath, she tried to adjust herself and pressed answer.

"Jocelyn, how have you been?" The familiar voice of the old man there filled her ears, speaking in the

same doting tone as always.

"I'm fine, and you?"

"I'm fine too, I've just mailed you some fine ginseng, three boxes in total." The old man added, "You

have a cold body, it's perfect for you to eat this, remember to take of this for your soup every day, twice

a week, got it?"

The droning in her ears brought her back to those years when she was learning to heal and treating

patients under Regan Mason.

In those days, he always liked to give her all sorts of tonic medicines, each time so carefully explained

and admonished.

The more concerned he was, the guiltier she felt.

Grandpa Regan was so good to her, but she ended up, during her marriage to her own husband, not

being in control of her heart and allowing herself to fall in love with someone else.

And even, because of this, there will be no way to continue to keep that promise in the first place.

"Jocelyn?" The old man spoke again, jerking her thoughts back.

Jocelyn's nostrils were slightly sour and her eyes in tears, "I'm listening, I know, Grandpa."

"Jocelyn, I miss you, it's my birthday in three days, can you come back and see me?" The old man said

again.

"Sure." Jocelyn responded without thinking.

In fact, even if he didn't make this call, she would still like to find time and meet him.

For one thing, she missed him, and for another, she happened to have a lot of things she wanted to

confess to him and apologize to him.

She thought that in three days she should be free to walk down to the ground.

She had to go to his birthday.

"Okay, I will wait for you." The voice there was full of joy and doting.

His gentleness and pampering were to her like a constant sharpshooter poking at her spine.

"Okay, I'll see you then." Jocelyn said.

Jocelyn smiled, but her heart was getting more and more uncomfortable.

After hanging up the phone, Jocelyn booked a flight to Y Country.

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Three days later.

Jocelyn's plane, arriving locally in Y Country, was at exactly eleven o'clock local time.

After walking out of the airport, she dragged her suitcase and took a taxi directly, heading for the villa

where her master was staying.

The understated luxury of this Victorian-style villa instantly brought back her memory, to the image of

her first visit here for medical treatment.

She was so desperate and down in the dumps at that time.

Without her master's acceptance and healing, she doesn't even know what kind of situation she would

be in now.

With a face like that, it would be difficult to live a decent life, let alone take revenge.

He was her new parent.

Yet, she betrayed the promise.

Thinking about this, her mood hit rock bottom again and she stood at the door for a long, long time

before she walked into the villa with her suitcase in tow.

The place is still the same as it was before she left, with the flowers and trees.

In spring, the cherry blossoms in the courtyard are all in bloom, and when the breeze blows, the petals

fall like snow and the fragrance is delightful.

Stepping through a field of fallen petals, she made her way to the door of the main building before

entering.

The maids saw her and rushed forward to greet her. She greeted them one by one and then went into

the living room.

In the living room, the old man is sitting on a sofa of fine rosewood, sipping his tea, and opposite him

on the rosewood coffee table, burning a smoky incense he has concocted to refresh his mind.

Seeing Jocelyn, Regan couldn't wait to stand up and joyfully walked up to her, "Jocelyn, you're finally

back."

With that, he placed his hands on her shoulders and carefully surveyed her entire body, "Here, let me

take a good look at you. Why have you lost weight?"

"Your face is a bit pale too, like you've just had an operation." Regan said as he looked carefully at her

face.

Pressing down the complexity in her heart, Jocelyn forced out a smile, "I really did have an operation,

appendicitis, and I just had a minimally invasive one."

"Nonsense! How can you travel a long distance to come to my place when you've just had an

operation?" Regan's expression immediately went down seriously.

"It's because it's your birthday." And there's so much to say, too, that she did not want to keep holding it

in.

The longer she keeps it inside, the harder it is for her.

"Come on, go sit on the sofa and get some rest." Regan carefully helped Jocelyn and led the way to

the sofa, sitting down with her.

"Give me your hand." He held out his hand towards her.

Jocelyn instantly and obediently put her wrist into his hand.

He carefully checked her pulse and then said, "You are recovering well, but you are still weak, so I will

go to the kitchen later to make you some suitable medicine.”

"Grandpa, it's your birthday today, so don't get busy." Jocelyn said.

"Can I not get busy when you're in this situation?"

"If I'd known that was the case, I wouldn't have told you." © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

"I can see it if you didn't tell me." Regan added.

Jocelyn laughed helplessly, "That's true."

With those words, she stood up quickly and dragged her suitcase to her feet, before opening it.

From it, a high-class box was taken out and handed to him.

He had a curious look on his face, "What is this?"

"Just look at it, it's something you've always had your heart set on." Jocelyn said.

He immediately placed the object on the coffee table, which he then carefully opened.

Reflected in the eye is an elaborate amulet.

"I got this at an auction last time, didn't you always say you wanted it? I've auctioned it for you."

"This is going to cost a lot of money, isn't it? Why are you spending money recklessly again?" Regan

said.

"Spending money for you is the right thing to do, after all, you're my new parents." Jocelyn smiled,

"Grandpa, wish you a happy birthday."

A smile grew at the corners of Regan's mouth, and the doting under his eyes grew deeper, "Thank you,

Jocelyn."

Jocelyn looked around and added, "Today, as usual, there's not a single guest."