My Revenge Life, Fatty to Sexy

Chapter 167 Abel Fails to Strike up a Conversation

"If you're not convinced, go outside and ask for a contact. If you can get it, I'll pay for all your spending

today."

"But if you can't ask for it, then you'll have to go buy a limited edition Hermes for Zoe, how do you

think?" Robert added.

"Sure." Abel glanced at Robert disdainfully, striding lazily and walking out.

When Abel went out, Paige had just opened her car door.

She was driving a white Audi R8 today.

A famous car with a beautiful woman, the picture looked great.

"Paige?" Abel stepped forward, his hands naturally tucked in his pockets, looking at her with a smile.

Paige nodded faintly at him.

"We've met before."

"Okay."

"My name is Abel." Abel took the initiative to extend his hand towards her.

"Hello." Paige didn't shake his hand and gave a slight nod at the words.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're cold?" Like a proud peacock, always holding its noble head high.

"What is wrong?"

"I quite like a girl who's cold." Abel added, "Can I have your contact, let’s be friends."

Paige was no stranger to this kind of conversation, and she frowned slightly, glancing at him coolly

before getting into her car and setting off, not giving Abel any chance to continue speaking.

In her opinion, this man who had taken the initiative to talk to her was full of frivolous energy.

Robert and Zoe were currently staring at his position without blinking their eyes.

Seeing this scene, Robert immediately couldn't help but laugh, "I can't believe he had a day like this,

haha."

When Abel looked up, he met Robert's gloating smile and immediately let out a long, sullen breath,

stroking the back of his head and looking towards the car that was speeding away.

It was a first for him, a failed attempt to strike up a conversation.

It was the first time he had been treated so coldly by a woman.

Yet, instead of being angry, he found it even more interesting.

"Interesting." Abel stroked his chin lightly until the car disappeared from his sight, then he returned to

the cafe and sat back in his original seat.

The moment he sat down, Robert couldn't help but snicker, "I guessed it, right? It's refreshing to see

you fail to pick up a girl in your lifetime."

"You shut up." Abel scolded, feeling more and more embarrassed.

"Let's go for Hermes later." Robert said.

When the words left his mouth, the hand he had on Zoe's shoulder gently rubbed her chin, "Zoe, thank

Abel."

"No need. Forget it, it's just a joke." Zoe said.

"Count what count? Willing to bet." Robert looked at Abel with a smirk and added.

"No, I lose, later let’s go to Hermes. You can go and buy a whatever limited edition." Abel had a face of

indifference.

"Still not saying thank you?" Robert looked at Zoe with a smile.

"Thank you, Able." Zoe said.

"Robert, find a way to get Paige's WeChat for me." Abel said.

At that, Robert was stunned, "Can't you see that she did not want to talk to you?"

"How do you know she won’t talk to me in the future?" Abel added.

"... Well, it's okay to help you get WeChat, you have to buy two bags for Zoe, limited edition." The

words fell, Robert then naturally placed his chin on Zoe’s shoulders, his gaze continued to look at Abel.

Abel helplessly waved his hand, "Okay, got it."

At the same time, Jocelyn and Noah were still drinking and eating.

Noah's food was so good that her stomach was obviously full, but she always felt like she could eat

more.

The rare break in the year made Jocelyn extraordinarily enchanted.

Two bottles of red wine had been drained from them.

Under the effect of alcohol, her cheeks were tinged with a faint scarlet colour.

Noah, on the other hand, remained the same, his face not changing half a bit.

Jocelyn spoke, twice as much as usual, and she began to talk about her past.

She talked about how she had been betrayed by Joseph and how painful it had been during the period

after the betrayal.

He listened attentively the whole time, occasionally his brow would furrow deeply and his face would go

cold.

Although, he knew everything about her previous affairs, what he had investigated was not as impactful

to him as what she had described herself.

At the end of the sentence Jocelyn drained her glass of wine, and then laughed lightly, "So, now that I

see those two people end up miserable, I'm happy. Joseph and Gloria both don't deserve a stable life."

"Yeah." Noah looked deeply into her face and responded.

"This love thing is really quite hurtful." Jocelyn smiled bitterly.

"Then do you still believe in love?" Noah asked.

"Yes, why now? Wouldn't it be silly to lose my expectation of love for the sake of a scum?" Jocelyn said

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Feeling thirsty, Jocelyn staggered to her feet and looked at Noah, "I'll go and get a glass of water."

Noah pulled her wrist, "I'll go."

The next second, Jocelyn's feet went weak and she sat on his lap.

She subconsciously looked back at his face, but their lips met by chance.

The moment their lips met, Jocelyn's body shook.

She felt as if her alcoholic energy had dissipated and her mind was inexplicably clear.

Her heart had been moving violently like a roller coaster, up and down, as if it had been raised to her

throat and then dropped back to the far side with a thud.

She was completely frozen, not knowing what to do for a moment.

The worst part was that her hand had somehow been placed in the wrong place.

And in this position, there was actually a reaction.

The touch of her hand instantly made her face flush to the base of her neck, and her entire body

completely tensed up, even as her breath choked for a moment.

He whimpered, his burning breath scattering all over her face.

The doorbell suddenly rang, disturbing the ambiguity of the room.

Jocelyn jerked back to her senses, immediately stood upt, taking an embarrassingly deep breath, her

sanity fully restored, "I'll go and open the door."

Only after taking a step, her feet stumbled and she sat back on his lap again.

The touch of a certain place made her whole body tense up again.

"What? You don’t want to get up?" Noah asked in a low voice, with a bit of playfulness in his eyes.

But Jocelyn gave him a blank look and stood up holding the corner of the table, "I drank too much and

my feet are a bit unsteady."