Reborn to Revenge



Half an hour later, Polly, who had changed into her casual clothes, sat opposite side of Jocelyn.

"You made that mung bean soup?"

"Yes."

"It's impossible." Polly said firmly. Her eyes fixed on Jocelyn, as if she wanted to find a sign that she was lying on her face. "It's impossible you made that."

"Why not?" Jocelyn pretended to be confused. "I bought these bean and I cooked them. I even bought the sugar by myself. Then I put it in the fridge for one night, I took it out and put it in that bottle this morning. Right, you have to remember to give me back that bottle."

Polly said with poker face. "If you really did it, say what you put in the mung bean soup?"

"That' easy." Jocelyn smiled. "Mung beans, of course and lilies, lotus seeds, snow pears, coconut milk..."

“No, there is one thing left. It can't taste like this without it."

"Are you talking about green tea?"

Jocelyn said calmly. "After adding green tea, it helped balance the sugar in mung bean soup, which makes it tastes different."

"How do you know?" Polly questioned. "Who told you this?"

Jocelyn paused for a moment and hesitated to say. " Miss Foster said you want to talk something personal with me, is that the recipes of this mung bean soup? You can just ask me on the phone. A friend of mine taught me, it is not a secret."

"Your friend? What is your friend's name?"

Polly was in such a hurry. She knew it was abrupt, but it was about Joanne. She didn't care about other things now. When she heard that familiar name from Jocelyn, she was more excited.

"I knew it was her. Where is she now?"

Jocelyn showed a hesitated look. "A few months ago, I saw the news that her parents were burned in the fire and she died because the car crashed into the sea. She taught me how to make mung bean soup. But I have not seen her for a long time."

The word 'died' stabbed Polly's heart. She thought she found hope, but hope never existed. Her eyes darkened. She repeated sadly, murmuring herself.

"Oh, she taught you before."

Jocelyn looked her sad face. She also felt so sad in her heart that she even had the urge to tell her all the truth right now, right here.

But she could not, Polly was impulsive. Once she had told Polly the truth, she was afraid that Polly couldn't keep it a secret. After that, her efforts would be in vain.

"Lady, your strawberry smoothie."

The waiter came and brought another drink Jocelyn had ordered.

"She can't come back to life again. She was such an optimistic person. If she knows her death makes her best friend sad like this, she won't be happy in the heaven."

Jocelyn pushed the strawberry smoothie in front of her." Eat something sweet and maybe you will feel better."

When she saw the strawberry smoothie, Polly paused again.

"Do you really know Joanne? I have never heard about you."

"I have heard about you from her. " Jocelyn said calmly.

"She told me her best friend was a great actress. I know the friend she talked about is you until today you asked me about this mung bean soup." She made up a story about her acquaintance with Joanne. She had studied in the hospital as a trainee while she was at school. It was natural that Joanna came to the hospital because of some minor illness and they met.

She knew Polly wouldn't investigate into her. As long as her story was that beyond the reasonable limits, and said something about Joanne's habits or preferences, the story of the mung bean soup, she would believe this.

"You used to be a doctor, but now you are a designer?"

"It is a long story." Jocelyn forced a smile. "I had been a trainee in the hospital, but my fiance and my sister got together. I couldn't get through that, just gave up the chance to go abroad to study. Then I was arranged to marry someone, and..."

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Except the story she met Joanne, Jocelyn were really telling the truth about her experiences.

In fact, she did not have to say these details, but she knew Polly, she was always hating bullying. When she heard Katherine stole her fiancé, she was so angry that her face even turned blue.

"Such a baster and a whore. This

really made me eye-opening. I thought that the bitch Joanne met was bad enough, but at least that was an outsider. But she is your sister you grew up under the same roof. She has to call you sister, but she slept her brother-in-law? What a whore. You just let them go at that time?"

"At that time, I had no hope and didn't want to mind this business again. But I am not going back to my family now. It doesn't matter now."

"I totally support you. You won't need that kind of family who didn't care about you at all." Then Polly seemed to remember something.

"By the way, did not your stepmother arrange for you to get married? Did you marry that one? Did you escape? So you changed your name, hide yourself and became a designer?"

What was she thinking?

Jocelyn thought to herself. She thought maybe she should be a writer rather than an actress.

"No, I didn't care that time. Anyway, I will get married with someone, it didn't matter to me whoever he was. And I met that one, he was handsome and had a good background."

"It is certainly a good way to get out of that family." Polly showed her understanding.

"Yes, besides, it's the Morrisons. I thought as long as I married, I wouldn't have to bear my family any more. Maybe I will really start my own life." Polly looked at her with a shocked look and even mixed with some complicities.

"Are you the elder Morrison's wife?"

"Hush!" Jocelyn put her finger up to her mouth and winked. "I work at the Morrison Jewelry, but nobody knows about it, so you have to keep my secret."

Polly was even more shocked.

"Is it not good to be young mistress? Why are you still working and even hiding your identity?"

"You can't always rely on others. You must rely on your own real talent to live."

Jocelyn knew the most about Polly. She knew what kind of words could help to build trust with them, especially independence, after she just said that, Polly suddenly felt it was late for them to meet each other.

“Fortunately, my husband is good to me, and he supports me to work on my own."

She thought she couldn't always talk about her bad luck. Jocelyn just said something about Arthur to show she still had something good in life. After all, a normal person couldn't believe that you were always in a bad luck.

The two talked late until the evening and Polly even said she wanted to see her designs.

Jocelyn immediately took some samples out of the bag and put them on the table.

"These are some samples of autumn and winter series. I was about to talk with you about these, but we had that misunderstanding."This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .