Chapter 479 My Type
- Jocelyn could feel the soft touch of his lips and the warm porridge that he had forced into her mouth. She scrunched her face up as she thought, Oh gosh, this… is way too romantic, isn’t it? Is this man trying to take advantage of me while feeding me my porridge? Jocelyn rolled her eyes back before she pushed him off of her. “How shameless can you be, old man? I’m… I’m a patient right now. How dare you do such things to me? Aren’t you afraid that we—” She glared at him as she questioned in a stern tone.
- However, he tugged his lips into an amused grin before she finished her words. “Oh? Afraid? Do you think I look like someone who gets afraid, Mrs. Davis? What is there to be afraid of?” he asked, interrupting her words.
- She went speechless. Fine. It’s true that there isn’t much that Sebastian is afraid of. I guess I was just overthinking it. She blinked a few times before she reached a hand to wipe the corners of her lips that he had just kissed. “Regardless, I just think it’s wrong that you kissed me like that,” she mumbled meekly.