When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 1837 Targets For Gossip

When Jocelyn saw him approaching, she didn't try to hide it. "It was Mr. Nicholas who hit me, asking when I would return."

Mr. Nicholas... Yannick asked, "Nicholas?"

"Yes." Jocelyn nodded.

Yannick was feeling a bit down. Perhaps due to the alcohol, he leaned on Jocelyn and said, "In that case, just call him by his first name. Can you stop calling him Mr. Nicholas?"

He found it particularly irritating to hear that form of address.

Jocelyn was somewhat perplexed. "Why? Isn't it just a form of address?"

Yannick furrowed his brows. "It's more than just a form of address."

"I'm already used to calling him that, though," Jocelyn said.

"From now on, when you're in front of me, just call him by his first name. Forget about that form of address or anything of the sort, all right?" Yannick asked.

Jocelyn didn't make a fuss either. "All right. If you don't like hearing it, I won't refer to him that way in front of you in the future," she said.

The two were already engaged. Jocelyn knew that from then on, she and Yannick would be the closest of strangers, so they had to consider each other's thoughts and feelings.

Yannick clearly hadn't expected Jocelyn to agree so readily. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he swept her into his arms, lowering his head to plant a kiss on her cheek. "You're truly wonderful," he said.

Jocelyn was completely frozen, unable to move in disbelief.

She seemed to have turned into a piece of wood. Her cheeks, which felt as if they were on fire, were incredibly hot and burning.

Yannick could feel Jocelyn's body stiffen. He lowered his head and asked, "What's wrong? You seem a bit off..."

It took Jocelyn a moment to react. When she finally looked up, she found herself staring into Yannick's handsome face. She quickly averted her gaze, too flustered to meet his eyes again.

"N-Nothing... Why did you suddenly kiss me?"

She turned her head away, her eyes filled with panic, her heart pounding relentlessly.

Yannick chuckled. "You're going to be my wife in the future. Why can't I kiss you? I just want to kiss you."

He went on to kiss Jocelyn once again.

Jocelyn's eyes widened in alarm, her heart pounding wildly as she pushed him away. Unsteady, she ended up falling and landing squarely on her backside on the ground.

Yannick immediately took a few steps forward to help her up, asking, "Are you

okay? Did you hurt yourself when you fell?"

His eyes were filled with concern, but he couldn't resist reprimanding her.

"Why did you suddenly fall backward? You need to be more careful in the future. What would we do if you got hurt?" Yannick's eyes were full of worry.

Jocelyn found herself being pulled up by him, watching as he brushed the dust off her clothes.

"Does your bottom hurt?"

Jocelyn felt as if she had been frozen in place, unable to utter a single word in response to his words of concern.

In the past, she was always the one taking care of others. That was the first time she was cared for and shown concern by someone else.

"It doesn't hurt."

"That's good. You're like a child, aren't you?" He raised his hand and asked, "Do you want a massage?"noveldrama

Once again, Jocelyn was startled, immediately stepping back a few paces. "N- No... I-I don't want one..."

Yannick didn't notice anything amiss with his words. Scratching his head, he said, "If you feel pain, let me know. We can go to the hospital."

"Okay." Jocelyn was then contemplating finding a place to hide.

Luckily, most of the relatives had left by then Otherwise, if they were to see the two of them interacting in such a way, that would be quite inappropriate.

"Let's go. Stay at my place tonight, and I'll accompany you home tomorrow," Yannick casually suggested, taking Jocelyn's hand.

Things weren't convenient on

Jocelyn's side, and she only had her grandmother around. Hence, their engagement ceremony was to be

held at the Hayes residence.

Upon hearing that, Jocelyn immediately rejected it.

"No... I should go back home."

If the two of them were to live together before they were even married, that would

make them easy targets for gossip.