Contracted Bride Is Trapped By Her Husband - Chapter 83

Chapter 83: Jocelyn Was Made to Cry

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Jocelyn lowered her head. From Aren’s angle, he could see that the half of her face that was swollen and covered with ointment.
Normally, a face as such wouldn’t be considered pretty, but Aren could find it particularly cute.

In fact, after Jocelyn explained herself, Aren felt like he was overwhelmed by sweetness, as if he had just eaten a sweet milk candy.
“So you weren’t disliking me just now and you were just being shy?” Aren took a step towards Jocelyn’s direction.

His eyes were still fixed on Jocelyn, looking like an inquisitive child.

Jocelyn curled up shyly on her bed like a shy herb.

At this moment, Jocelyn was not covered by the blanket. Her grip on the blanket kept tightening, and the neatly arranged blanket was destroyed by Jocelyn’s nervous hands.
Jocelyn pursed her lips and refused to answer Aren’s question.

But this time, Aren didn’t leave immediately. Instead, he sat on the bed with interest, and his eyes landed on Jocelyn’s ears.

Looking at the small and exquisite ears that were as red as agates, Aren couldn’t help but smile.

He reached out and accurately placed his hand on Jocelyn’s ear.

Jocelyn instinctively shrank away from Aren’s hot finger.

“Master Aren, what are you doing?”

Like a frightened rabbit, Jocelyn opened her large eyes and looked at the man in front of her with tearful eyes.

Aren, who only wanted to touch her ear, looked at Jocelyn and felt that she was very an easy prey and he felt sexually aroused again.
Sensing that his little buddy was up and excited, Aren tightened his grip.

Because his desire was not satisfied, his eyes subconsciously became fierce, making Jocelyn shudder.

Aren was in pretty good shape, which meant that every change in his little buddy would be easily noticed by Jocelyn.

‘As Jocelyn watched his dragon slowly reveal its sinister features, Jocelyn subconsciously took a step back.

At the same time, Jocelyn gulped.

She kept retreating, trying to stay away from Aren to prevent anything from happening.

But what she did not know was that the way she retreated agitated Aren again.

He suddenly reached out his large hand and grabbed Jocelyn’s uninjured ankle.

Her slender ankle was locked by Aren’s large hand.

It was a private area that had never been touched by anyone. It was tempting and smooth.

With just some gentle rubbings on the ankle, Jocelyn started to moan uncontrollably.

Suddenly, she went limp, as if she had lost her back bone. If not for Aren quickly catching her, Jocelyn might have fallen straight off the bed.
Aren pulled her into his arms but did not let go. He continued locking her ankle and there was a roguish smile on his face.

“So this is your erogenous zone,” Aren said as he rubbed it twice playfully.

Jocelyn’s hands suddenly lost all their strength, resting powerlessly on the bed.

Jocelyn was so angry with her hands that her face turned red.

“Master Aren, you can’t do that.” After saying that, Jocelyn bit her lower lip, feeling inexplicably aggrieved.

She had already told him what she hated, but he still did as he pleased and did not take her words seriously.

Did he have to humiliate her ruthlessly in a crowded place like that annoying mother and daughter? Would he only let go of her when she was dying of shame?
Jocelyn did not know where this inexplicable sense of grievance came from. It was subconscious. She felt that Aren should not treat her like this.
He shouldn’t be as annoying as the mother and daughter.

‘When Aren saw Jocelyn’s aggrieved look, he could not help but feel frustrated.

“That’s enough. I didn’t do anything to you and you’re crying.”

Aren said as he reached out to wipe the tears from Jocelyn’s face.

Crying?

How could she be so useless?

However, the wet feeling on her face was telling the truth.

At the thought that Aren had seen such an embarrassing side of her, Jocelyn lowered her head and wished she could bury herself in the ground..