My Revenge Life, Fatty to Sexy
Chapter 895 Illusion?

She touched a warm and furry mass.

And that thing was still breathing.

The soft body has been rising and falling.

In her ears, she could even hear the sound of the thing breathing.

In a moment, Jocelyn felt creepy.

She then jerked her hand back, before springing up and sitting up, looking to her side.

However, the image that came to her eyes was completely unexpected.

There's nothing in front of her.

There are only snowy white sheets.

Looking around for a second, she saw even less.

What's the situation?

Could it be that just now, she was hallucinating in her sleepy daze?

But it's not right.

It just felt so real, obviously.

The warmth in the palm of her hand, and the feeling of fuzziness, is not fake.

To this day, she can still remember it all.

She got out of bed at once and searched the entire room.

Even behind the curtains, she searched for a clear view.

And yet there is nothing.

She frowned deeply and, with a heart full of doubt, returned to the bed barefoot.

The next second, she moved in her mind to see through the sheets.

Soon, she opened her perspective eyes.

She wanted to see through the sheets and see what had happened on this sheet.

See if it was just now or not an illusion.

She saw the texture of the sheets with her own eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the process of making the sheets was seen.

But apart from that, there is nothing else to see.

Was there, in fact, nothing at all just then?

Frowning deeply, she ended her penetration and then went straight into the bathroom with a heart full of questions. While brushing her teeth, the touch of her hand, once again, poured into her mind.

So true.

She couldn't help but look in the mirror, at her own plain face, and pondered once again.

Or, in fact, was there really something just now, only with her own eyes, she couldn't see it?

Could it be the Lena fox?

If that was the case, why, then, did it just lie silently beside her? Instead of doing something extreme?

It can go scratching the eyes of her servants.

Then why, lying so docilely beside her, did nothing?

It said there that if that thing had been there, that thing would have hated to pick her skin, right?

But if not, what could it be?

If it were only a mere mortal object, it would be absolutely impossible, disappearing in an instant.

Even throughout the room, no trace of it could be found.

In the end, she still felt that it was the Lena fox that had come.

In an instant, she was feeling creeped out.

What does that thing want anyway?

Here it is, and why is nothing being done?

Or, today, is it just here to acknowledge the door?

Jocelyn felt as if her brain was a pile of mush.

The creepy feeling in her body was getting stronger and stronger.

It's like even the skin on her body is tingling and chilling along with it.

It was as if she could smell the danger that was closing in on her.

She really hoped, so much, that it would all be understood soon.

Since what was coming would always come and could not be avoided, she only hoped that, when it did, it would be over.

The phone rang and she immediately picked it up and glanced at it.

On the phone, the word "husband" was displayed.

She saw this and then pressed answer.

On the other side of the phone, Noah was inside a serious and cold conference room, giving a meeting to the company's top executives.

The meeting was suspended in the middle of the session.

A large group of executives were looking at him.

He took his phone and, in full view of everyone, left the conference room with a gentle smile.

And then he closed the door and leaned against the wall by the door, lazily holding his mobile phone, asking softly to the lovely girl on the other side of the phone, "Are you up yet?"

With a gentle face, Jocelyn looked at her radiant self inside the large bathroom mirror and said softly, "Yeah."

"I have get breakfast ready for you, it's in the kitchen, just microwave it and you can eat it."

"The roads are slippery in the snow, so don't drive, I've arranged for you to have a driver with the car."

Noah carefully admonished.

The words that poured into her ears were like a splendid warm sunshine on this cold winter day.

In a moment, it smoothed out the places where her heart so creased.

Physical and mental comfort.

"Well, I know." said Jocelyn.

With those words, she then frowned helplessly, leaned against the cold tiled wall next to her and said, "Honey, I just experienced something strange."

Noah asked, "What is it?"

She then told Noah all about what she had just experienced.

When Noah over there heard this, he unconsciously frowned, "Is it your illusion?"

Jocelyn shook her head, "Absolutely not. I think, it's just Lena fox coming."

As she spoke, Jocelyn took the phone and walked back into the room, and then sat down directly next to the spot where she had touched the strange thing. And then, once again, she took a quick look around the room.

And still there is nothing.

Only somehow, soon, she felt inexplicably creeped out once again.

Vaguely, she could even feel that there seemed to be someone standing behind her.

Her heart rose to her throat.

The next second, she took a quick backwards breath before looking behind her.

What meets the eye is a, beige, carved wall.

Other than that, it is a variety of furniture.

Is it an illusion again?

In the next instant, a strong, strange smell filled her nostrils.

A strand of snow-white fur, from the ceiling, drifted down and landed directly on her toes.

Everything she saw and smelled was real.

Her heart, once again, rose to her throat.

The heart was beating so fast it seemed to be stopping the beat.

She leaned down at once and picked up the strand of brown hair.

The thing in front of her is exactly the same as the one that fell off that Lena fox last time.