My Revenge Life, Fatty to Sexy

Chapter 211 The Stars Should Hang in the Sky

"Then it's settled, nowadays there are a lot of women who like male CP, if this is the case, it will

definitely attract a large number of those women, by then the popularity of the two of them will be

unstoppable ......," Paige added. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

"Well ...... the matter of unbinding will be discussed later, for now you go and talk to Nicolas and Dorian

about this first."

Jocelyn then hung up the phone, put on her light blue trench coat and went straight out the door.

Jocelyn went to the supermarket first and bought some groceries.

After that she was back to the house and five dishes were made.

After the food was all served, she subconsciously picked up her phone, intending to tweet him.

As soon as she sent the words "when will you be back for dinner", she immediately deleted them.

Since when, a fixed understanding has formed between them, no matter who arrives home first and

cooks a meal, they will send a WeChat to ask the other one when they will be back to eat.

If the person says he was almost ready, he will wait until he comes back to eat.

Now, she knows that this habit needs to change on its own; he's already got a girlfriend and it's really

not appropriate to send those kinds of tweets anymore.

After taking a deep breath and lightly stroking her stifled chest, she picked up her chopsticks and ate by

herself.

It's clear that it's all her favourite food, but it's tasteless.

She forced herself to eat half a bowl of rice, after which she took her phone, went upstairs and took a

shower, then hugged her laptop and sat on her bed to work.

It was 8:30.

After she had finished all her work, she turned off her computer, pinched her brow and subconsciously

walked out onto the balcony and looked out towards the courtyard.

He hasn't come back yet.

She thought that he was still with his girlfriend, and that girl must be very happy now.

Her heart is aching again.

When she returned to bed, she tossed and turned, but could not sleep.

............

At the same time, on the other side of the city, in the largest disco in downtown Oceanside, Camille,

wearing a white plunging T-shirt and light blue skinny jeans, was bouncing passionately.

The large space was packed with people, neon streaks and dynamic DJ dance music that brought the

atmosphere of the place, to its peak.

The girl's body is soft, her movements are energetic and she moves with a youthful vigour.

A white diamond is affixed to the navel, dazzling with a seven-coloured glint in the interlocking neon

lights.

Her hair was completely loose and occasionally tossed, making it even more glamorous.

There was a sea of people around Camille, but none of them, better looking than her.

With a collagen face, she easily kills the heavily made up women around her, even though she is not

wearing any make-up.

Every now and then someone comes up to her, but she ignores them.

At the first floor balustrade, Noah and Ryan were quietly bent over it, sipping wine and watching the

dance floor below, occasionally chatting a word or two about the day.

Noah was wearing a black shirt, as well as black slacks, while Ryan was wearing a white t-shirt, as well

as black work trousers, a hat, and large sunglasses.

Even the harsh neon lights still can't hide the light on them.

There was a crowd around them, but the women's eyes were on them.

Their eyes, however, kept hovering over the girl at the bottom.

When Camille was tired of dancing, she ran upstairs and stood panting between the two of them,

looking at them with a smile, "You guys are so boring, you said you'd come to bounce, but none of you

went down to do it, so you just watched me do it."

Ryan's finger lightly scraped the bridge of her nose, and his eyes under the sunglasses were full of

doting, "Tired, right?"

He was then able to take a snow-white handkerchief from his pocket and carefully wipe the sweat from

her face.

Camille took the handkerchief and quickly wiped a handful of sweat before saying, "It's okay ...... Ryan,

can I ask you for one thing?"

Ryan responded readily, "Do you and I need to ask for this word between us?"

With those words, the corners of his mouth curled up into a gentle smile.

"Can you get Dorian and Nicolas' autographs for me?" Camille asked as she blinked her big soulful

eyes.

"You can take you to meet both ...... you like them both?" Ryan still had a smile on the corner of his

mouth, and his smile, in this mixed space, seemed extraordinarily clear.

"Yes, it is not necessary to meet them, the stars have to hang far in the sky, and we who are chasing,

as long as we stand on the ground and look up from afar is good. If it falls, there is no mystery, and

distance produces beauty ......" Camille seriously said.

For her, following a star does not necessarily mean getting close to her idol, she likes the hazy beauty

of having her idol shine on stage while she silently lights up in a sea of people, that's enough.

Many things, once you get too close, are easily disillusioned.

"At a young age, you know quite a lot ......" Ryan once again doted on and stroked her hair.

Camille smiled, "Anyway, remember to get my autograph for me, preferably an autographed photo, and

also, help take extra care of them both, okay?"

"Yes, yes, yes, got it, little princess." Ryan responded gently.

Noah did not participate in their conversation and took a sip of the cocktail in the bottle before opening

Jocelyn's friend circle to see what she had been up to today.

When he saw the photo she posted of the dinner, he liked it and moved on to browse the rest.

All around him there was a lot of disturbance, none of which concerned him.

............

After a night without much sleep, Jocelyn woke up the next morning feeling uncomfortable all over, her

head was dizzy and her head was heavier than a thousand pounds.

It was only after washing in cold water that she felt a little better.

Changing into a light blue housecoat, she went straight downstairs and prepared to make breakfast for

dinner.

Last night, he was with his girlfriend and she thought he must not be back, so naturally she would need

to make her own breakfast today.

Downstairs in the living room, the sun is shining and the air, thick with the sweet smell of baking bread,

is thick.

The smell that hits the nose seems to heal the heart.

A little surprised, she stepped into the kitchen.

He was dressed in black silk loungewear, standing at the stove, frying bacon, the smell of smoke and

fire from the kitchen not once masking the aristocratic air about him.

She couldn't help but sigh in her heart, he is really impressive.

Thinking about it, she couldn't help but start to envy that girlfriend of his.

Seeing Jocelyn's thoughtful appearance, Noah asked, "What are you thinking about? Why do you look

so pale?"