Chapter 47: Do You Think You Are the Fairy

His words were just like a hand holding Jocelyn's heart. so that she suddenly looked pale. Fortunately, her face was hidden in the light and Arthur didn't discover that. "Yes, I have almost died." she forced herself to calm down and came up with the idea in panic, "Being put into prison for three years, is almost the same as being died, right?" This explanation could be reasonable. Jocelyn suddenly calmed down, "Anyway, I do not want to work as a doctor." The words "I don't want to work as a doctor" blocked most of Arthur's questions. Wasn't it? If she didn't want to be a doctor, could he force her to be a doctor? Even if there were doubts in his heart, he couldn't speak them out. "Isn't it a pity that after so many years of hard work and hard study, you just give it up?" "What about you?" Jocelyn threw her eyes at the quilt, "Are you going to be a civilian cadre in the military area for a lifetime? Just because others think you can only do this, so you just do this? Hearing the words, Arthur looked unhappy, "Don't ask the questions you shouldn't ask. If you know too much, it will not good for you." His eyes were very cold, as if they were a dagger shining with cold light which was scratching on Jocelyn's neck. She was startled and suddenly stopped talking. Arthur lanced at her with his deep eyes and put the book on the cabinet and went to sleep. Jocelyn wasn't relieved with her hands full of sweat until she could hear the steady breath in the room where it was so quiet and seemingly nothing had happened just now. She couldn't pay her attention to designing, so she turned off the computer and went to bed. In fact, as long as she didn't ask too much about Arthur's business, he was always easy-going. Today, she made him angry unintentionally. She was just curious about something, so she wanted to test his reaction at the risk of annoying him. When it was dark and Jocelyn slept comfortably, she turned over habitually. When she felt the warmth at the tip of her nose, she was stunned and opened her eyes slowly. With her drowsy eyes, she saw the long eyelashes, and on them were the thick eyebrows and below them was a tall nose. Confirming that she had not made a mistake, she moved back cautiously with her face tightened. If Arthur knew this, he would push her out of the bed which was thrilling. After moving back to a safe place, Jocelyn couldn't go asleep. She looked at the face beside her and wondered why she had thought of his good figure she had seen when helping him to take a bath every day. Suddenly, she felt a little restless. There was a faint smell of soap in the air. It came from Arthur and smelled clean and pleasing. He was such a rigid man who even refused to use bathing lotion. He insisted on using an old brand soap made in China. It was yellowish and slightly transparent. After washing, there was almost no smell. Jocelyn had smelled almost all kinds of perfumes in her office, so every day when she slept, she felt pleasant to smell this kind of faint fragrance. Looking at him carefully, Jocelyn discovered that Arthur's face was really very tender. She didn't know whether it was because of the light, so that she even couldn't find the pore on his face. His hair had been ignored for many days so that it hung quietly on the forehead, covering most of his eyelids. Jocelyn could not help stretching out her hand and gently tidying it up for him. Suddenly the wrist was seized by a big hand. The man who had been quietly asleep suddenly opened his eyes and looked at her silently, without saying a word, as if he was waiting for her explanation. Jocelyn cried out in alarm, and it seemed that her heartbeat had paused. "You... Don't misunderstand. I don't want to do anything to you. I just saw that your hair is so long that it has covered your eyes. I just help you to tidy it up." Although the stupid excuse was the truth, she did not believe it herself so that she blushed. Arthur had not released her yet, stared at her for a moment, and suddenly pulled her close to himself. Jocelyn was nervous and stared at him, forgetting even the struggle of resistance. The extraordinarily handsome face gradually enlarged in her eyes. Her pupils suddenly contracted. She did not know why she suddenly became so sensible and pushed him away. After pushing him aside, she jumped up from the bed and held the quilt in her arms with a vigilant look on her face, "What are you doing?" Arthur was still lying, and her cold eyes seemed particularly deep at midnight. After glancing at her, he closed his eyes again. "If you just don't resist, I'll let you sleep next door as usual." Jocelyn was shocked. After she understand what was going on, she blushed and said indignantly, "What are you thinking about? Am I so foolish that I will not resist you? Do you think you are a fairy?" After that, regardless of Arthur's reaction, she directly covered her head with the quilt and lied down with her back towards Arthur. But her heartbeat had sped up. On the one hand, she was annoyed with herself. How terrible and how disgusting was the original owner of this body in Arthur's opinion? Was she really so shameless that she couldn't control herself and wanted to sleep with a disability? Was it true? On the other hand, she was angry with Arthur. He thought highly of himself and looked down upon others too much. Did he think he could be very proud just because he was handsome? In her opinion, the handsome but not proud one was the most excellent man. Arthur was a little inferior because although he was handsome, he thought highly of himself. With such self-comfort, she finally couldn't resist the sleepiness and gradually fell asleep. The next day, Cathy announced the finalization of the designs of autumn and winter series at the departmental meeting. "The gold jewelry styles for Autumn and Winter series are put forward by Peter these two days. I have had a lok at them, and Peter had done a good job. As a designer, we should learn from him, less talking and more working. It is important to put forward your own designs." The printed manuscript had been distributed to all people. Jocelyn, as an assistant, originally, didn't have the right to get one manuscript. But Cathy seemed to be in a good mood. So almost all the designers and assistants had got one and Cathy asked them to take it back for reference. Cathy was always critical, so this kind of behavior was undoubtedly highly praised. Jocelyn scanned the draft in her hand and asked hesitantly. "Did Assistant Peter design it all by himself?" The crowd looked up with different faces. In the same department, everyone understood the ability of others. It was uncommon to come up with such a high level of works overnight. "Of course I designed it," Peter explained in a hurry, staring at Jocelyn, "Otherwise, it was designed by you?" As a newcomer, being teasing like this, it was natural that no one helped her, so she just endured that herself. She had the doubt not because she knew Peter's designing level well, but because these drawings were extremely similar to the stack of works that had fell to the ground from his hand yesterday morning. However, the signature on those works was clearly a person named "Jesse Jackson".