Chapter 39: Sisters for a Life

Before Arthur responded her, her hands had touched his chest. "Why is it so difficult to serve you?" There was a murmur coming out in front of his chest, with some resentment. He was about to scold her but he said nothing. He looked down at her quietly who was unfastening all the buttons of his pajama jacket. Perhaps because of being indoors for so many years, Arthur's skin was white, and he was very strong. Although it was not the first time that she saw his body, it was the first time that she observed his pectoral muscles so closely in bed. Jocelyn suddenly tightened her hands which was holding his shirt, and her heartbeat sped up. "How long are you going to look at my body?" There was a cold voice overhead. She loosened her hands quickly, "What did I look? What can I see? You... Take it off yourself." Arthur was reluctant to argue with her, and he pulled up the sleeve on the injured side. Jocelyn blushed and she dared not look at him carelessly any more. She simply lowered her head and honestly changed the dressing for his arm. She recalled the method of cleaning up the wound in her memory and ordered him. "It's still the same as before. You can't touch water. There is no need to bandage the wound after the scab formation, but it will itch. Don't touch it at that time." Arthur just responded "Hmm" and said nothing. "Don't you say 'thank you' to me?" Jocelyn looked at him. "I got injured in order to save you." "Those guys are obviously coming for you," Jocelyn raised her eyebrows, "Obviously, I was involved in it because of you. If I don't stand with you, I'll be fine at all. You've made my knee hurt!" Saying that, Jocelyn pulled up her sleeping skirt and impolitely revealed a pair of white legs and a pair of purple knees. When she was pushed aside by Arthur that day, her feet were soft and she crashed directly into the edge the road, but she didn't shout that she was injures at that dangerous time. Arthur's face changed slightly, and he turned his head to the other side. "What? Do you want to pretend that you haven't seen it? My knees are as green as the hilltop, but you just ignore. You are just deceiving yourself in this way." Arthur was a little nervous as he listened, reminding her. "Tidy up your clothes." Jocelyn looked down at herself and found that her white thighs and the corner of her knicker with the picture of cartoon yellow man had been exposed. Damn it! She had pulled her skirt up so highly that her thigh root had almost been exposed. She pulled down her skirt and coughed to hide her embarrassment, "What? It doesn't matter. I wear bikinis on the beach in summer. And we're the couple." Arthur frowned and looked at her meaningfully. No matter what she did, it seemed that as long as she said that "we are the couple", everything had been valid. After this small episode, Jocelyn packed up the medicine box and Arthur put on his pajamas and sat at the bedside and read. Jocelyn was in bed and was looking at her cell phone happily. She was so excited that she didn't notice that Arthur was looking at the screen of her cell phone intentionally or unintentionally. Under the headline of the news, written "Polly, the actress in the auction, donate thousands of gold to reclaiming the justice for her good friend" which was marked with the quotation marks, there were millions of the comments "The actress can be one representative that the drama in which she played a role is famous but she herself is not famous at all. She has been on the stage for several years. And there are so many good dramas with ratings above 6.0 in which she played a role. It is very easily for her to be famous!" "She is good-looking, and it seems that she doesn't have a plastic surgery." "Only the passers-by thinks that she is beautiful, right? She just sacrifices for the play, and dares to play any role." "..." Since Polly was recognized at the last auction, she had hit the headline that afternoon. On the one hand, because the Leonard Group was the leading enterprise in Yanjing, the charity auction had attracted others attention at first. On the other hand, because Mrs. Ruskin, the editor-in-chief of Beauty Fashion Magazine, participated in it. The fashion circle and entertainment circle had always connected with each other so a large number of reporters had also been attracted. On the spot, Polly, who made Judd family loss the face, directly pointed out that Stan Judd, the manager of the Leonard Group, was a bad man. Her courage, that she reclaimed justice for her friend regardless of the consequences, directly won a large number of fans on the Internet. "Polly really dares to say that, and she is not afraid of being retaliated by the Judd family. The whole Leonard group is now controlled by Stan..." "If we don't see Polly come out to work one day, it will be very likely that she has been banned by the Leonard Group." "Polly, we will stand up for you. Don't be afraid of the scum man." "Sister for life. Polly is mighty!" "..." In the dressing room, the broker let Polly look at the comments on the internet. "This time it is coincidental, just as the blind cat meets the dead mouse. So that there are so many fans on the Internet to support you. Have you ever thought about that what you will do if Stan bears the grudge and troubles you? Do you want to work still in this circle?" Polly, who was rouging her lipstick in front of the makeup mirror, looked very strong and powerful with her red lips and a little black Hepburn skirt. She looked back at the broker after hearing the words. "I didn't do anything evil so I have nothing to fear. Stan is guilty for killing my friend and all her family, does he dare to family and daring to come to me and bother me? Do you think he can find out any rumors about me?" "Polly, you've been wondering all day about things that haven't happened at all. Didn't all the news say that it was an accident fire?" The broker looked annoyed and said angrily. "You said rumors. I wish someone would pick up your rumors now. Look at how many people are paying attention to you this year. You are going to be phased out the circle. You will not make a living in this circle, even if there is no one who slanders you." Mentioning this, Polly pouted at the broker. "You just know to blame me. Who has told me yesterday that there were more than twenty plays coming to ask me to play and let me pick one out?" "Then do you choose one of them?" "I'm not interested in that these days." "Polly!" The broker was anxious, "If I still follow you when the contract expires, I will be a pig! Stay here alone." After that, the broker opened the door and walked away, bumping into a figure. "Mr. Vogt?" Behind her, came out the broker's surprised voice. Polly looked back unconsciously and saw a tall figure coming in who was wearing his Plaid suit and the leather shoes with half of his ankle exposed. If someone didn't know the fact, he or she would think that he was an actor who came to attend the award ceremony. "Why are you here?" Polly frowned and said in her exploratory tone. "Didn't anybody tell you that my family is the sponsor of tonight's awards ceremony? I'm here on the behalf of my brother." "No one really said that to me. The sponsor, what are you doing here?" Polly looked coldly, playing with her eardrop in front of her makeup mirror. "I'll give you this." Franklin approached her and took out a small box from his arms and put it on the dressing table, "I wanted to give it to you at the end of the auction that day, but you left so early." Looking at the box, Polly was nervous. And she opened it carefully. When seeing a pair of jadeite eardrops inside, her eyes were wet all of a sudden. Franklin mute voice came out. "I really didn't mean to snatch it with you that day, but I just thought that these were all painstaking effort of Joanne. If she knows, Joanne must be heartbroken."