Chapter 11 Watermelon

• Jocelyn bit her lip and stared at Lucas’ hand. “Release me!” He’s gotten it wrong. It’s Joanne who keeps snatching my stuff. If she couldn’t get them, she’d destroy them!
• “I fell for Joanne first, so you should get mad at me instead of her. How can you bully a girl?” Lucas frowned and said in an impatient manner.
• Jocelyn sneered at that. Is he saying that I’m not a girl?
• “Jocelyn, what else do you want? You’ve snatched my fiancé from me, and I’ve forgiven you. Now that I’ve gotten together with Lucas, do you want to snatch him from me as well?”
• Jocelyn was startled for a moment. Her acting skills are impeccable; she wouldn’t even flush when lying to both Lucas and Sebastian. The title of campus belle is probably not enough for her. All the best actress awards in the country should go to her!
• Faced with Lucas’ disdainful gaze, Jocelyn said, “I don’t blame you for not knowing who the real villain is, but you’re right about one thing—you’re just something I don’t want.” After flinging his hand away, she turned around and left.
• Standing on the second floor, Sebastian watched her leave with his dark gaze. After sipping his milk tea, Lindsay stuck out his head and took a look at the first floor as he said in a gleeful voice, “Well, your future sister-in-law is pitiful.”
• Without uttering a word, Sebastian fished out his phone and pressed a button. With silver contact lenses on his irises, Lindsay batted his eyes. “What did you do?”
• “Nothing.” Sebastian put his phone back in his pocket and went downstairs.
• With his head tilted, Lindsay couldn’t understand why Sebastian would do such a meaningless thing. Before he could figure it out, the phone in his pocket kept beeping repeatedly.
• ‘Lindsay, how dare you drink milk tea behind my back! Don’t you know it’s high in sugar and calories?’
• ‘Lindsay, come back now and do 500 pushups. If you can’t do that, I won’t allow you to sleep!’
• Lindsay felt exasperated upon reading the messages. Sebastian, how could you take a photo of me drinking milk tea and send it to my agent?! I only have a chance to sneak out once a month to drink a cup of milk tea!
• When Sebastian found Jocelyn, she was sobbing in one corner with her body curled up. Her crying was silenced by the loud music from the rooms. It was the first time Sebastian saw her being so helpless, so he couldn’t help feeling sorry for her.
• Noticing someone’s presence, Jocelyn raised her head cautiously. Just when Sebastian wanted to run away, Jocelyn buried her head between her knees again and said in a small voice, “It’s been a while.”
• She recognized the man because he was clad in the same outfit as when he saved her from the drunk men the other night. She wanted to thank him, but he disappeared after the incident. Like a godsend, this man would come to her rescue whenever she was in trouble. However, he had also witnessed her embarrassing state countless times.
• “You hate a girl like me too, right? I always behave in an arrogant way and defend myself like a porcupine. It’s because I have to pretend to be strong so that no one would dare to bully me. Many people butter me up because my dad is wealthy, but none of them care about how I’m doing. Whenever I got hurt, my dad would just give me some money and tell me to see a doctor. After marrying that woman, he began ignoring me altogether. When I drank wine, no one would care whether I’d get drunk as they’d only persuade me to buy the most expensive wines.” Jocelyn cried harder. “You’re the only one who’d be concerned about my safety whenever I got drunk, and you’d release my arm when you realized I was in pain.”
• Sebastian was rooted to the spot. The girl before his eyes was the one who wasn’t afraid of anyone and even climbed onto his bed that night. However, upon hearing her story, he couldn’t help feeling sympathetic toward her.
• He wanted to turn around, but he couldn’t bring himself to leave the place. At the same time, his rational mind told him that he shouldn’t approach Jocelyn because his secret identity could never be exposed. If that happened, all his efforts would go down the drain, and disasters would befall his family, so he could never allow Jocelyn to find out his identity.
• Clenching his fists, he realized that the lights had cast their shadows on the wall. Gazing at the shadows of different sizes, he extended his hand until their shadows came into contact, as though he was touching her head. Just like this, he was giving her consolation without touching her.
• Moments later, when Sebastian saw that she had calmed down, he decided to leave the place. Unexpectedly, Jocelyn dashed forward and grabbed his sleeve. “Who are you? Why would you always appear when I’m at my most embarrassed?”
• The crushed cake on her hand had smeared the man’s sleeve. Determined to leave, Sebastian swung her hand away and sprinted forward. Jocelyn raced after him, but after taking a turn, he was nowhere in sight.
• The bar was still hustling and bustling, while Joanne and the others had left the place. After heaving a sigh, Jocelyn took a seat in the corner. When the clock struck nine, she saw a familiar figure walking down the stairs. Sebastian?
• He was clad in a white shirt and a pair of gray pants, which were in stark contrast to those colorful clothes that the other party-goers were wearing.
• Jocelyn approached him, but he remained silent, as though he didn’t know her. In a languid manner, he took a sip of whisky. His noble mannerism, paired with his dispassionate expression, seemed to have cast an invisible shield around him, which separated him from the noisy environment.
• With a smug smile, Jocelyn thought to herself that she had to get the man this time. “Sebastian!” With her lips curling up, she plunged into his embrace, as though she couldn’t support her own weight.
• Before Sebastian could react, she had taken a seat on his lap and draped her arms around his firm waist.
• “Miss McBride, please behave yourself.” Despite his impassive expression, he didn’t push her away. Instead, he placed his hands on her waist as he was worried that she might fall down. Her skirt was short, exposing her fair and fleshy thigh. The silver stilettos on her feet reflected the lights in the bar.
• “Sebastian, did you miss me?” Her eyes seemed to be as bright as the stars.
• “No.” His expression remained cold.
• With a pout, she pressed her head against his chest and wrapped her arms around him like a koala. At that moment, Sebastian caught a whiff of the mild scent wafting from her body.
• “You said that MonParis didn’t suit me, so I bought Wild Bluebell from Jo Malone instead. Don’t you think the scent smells like watermelon?”
• The pleasant and summery scent of wild bell flowers wafting from this young girl indeed smelled like a glass of sweet watermelon juice.
• “Would you want to eat it?” Jocelyn batted her eyes.