When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 1841 Change His Ways

Listening to what Nicholas was saying, Jocelyn glanced at the photos of Yannick with different women. In each picture, the woman by his side was never the same.

She clutched the photos tightly, and to say she wasn't hurting would be a lie.

Even if she didn't love Yannick, he was still her fiancé at that time.

She couldn't possibly act as if she didn't care when she saw that her fiancé had had so many previous relationships.

However, before and after their engagement, Yannick didn't do anything wrong.

Jocelyn lifted her head, meeting Nicholas' gaze. "Mr. Nicholas, this is my personal matter. Thank you, but no."

Jocelyn then enunciated, "Furthermore, I don't appreciate you prying into my fiancé's affairs. Besides, I've known about everything you've investigated for quite some time."

She was not a naive woman, and she certainly wouldn't just casually accept Freya's arrangements.

Jocelyn had already done her homework on Yannick's character. Only after she was sure she could accept him did she agree to that marriage arrangement.

Nicholas was completely stunned.

After a moment, he finally said, "Jocelyn, you should understand that not many women can tame such a man. Don't believe that you're unique in this regard. It's hard for a casanova to change his ways."

Jocelyn subtly tightened her hanging fists.

"Thank you for your concern, but I am well aware of my circumstances. I never intended for Yannick to change for my sake. We're getting married simply because it's time for both of us to settle down, and we are a good match."noveldrama

She found it increasingly unbearable to stay there, feeling as though she was suffocating.

When did Mr. Nicholas become like this? Jocelyn added in a frosty tone, "If there's nothing else, I'll be heading back. I've just arrived, and my house is in complete disarray. I haven't had the chance to tidy up yet."

After speaking, she didn't wait for Nicholas' response and simply walked out.

Nicholas sat alone in his office, watching as Jocelyn walked away, rejecting him. At that moment, for reasons he couldn't quite grasp, he realized that the young girl who once devoted her heart solely to him had changed.

It seemed as though she was drifting further and further away from him.

After Jocelyn left, she immediately hailed a cab to return to her rented apartment.

She had just arrived home and keyed in the passcode to enter when she heard a rustling sound.

Jocelyn initially thought there was a burglar in her home. She cautiously made her way inside, only to find nick tidying up her clothes at that moment.

Yannick was crouched on the ground, holding onto Jocelyn's clothes. He stared at

them for a long while, utterly clueless about tidying them up.

He heard footsteps behind him. Turning around, he saw Jocelyn.

"Jocelyn, how come you're back? Weren't you in a rush to get to work?"

Jocelyn watched him as he held her clothes in one hand, looking puzzled at her.

Instead of answering, she asked, "What are you doing with my clothes?"

Yannick couldn't help but respond "I'm just helping you out a bit. You work so hard, so I've taken care of tidying up your things. That way, you could rest after coming back."

Tidy up? Jocelyn looked at the pile, noticing it was even more disorganized than

inside the box.

She let out a sigh and said, "Thanks, but I'd rather do it myself.”

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her tidy up her clothes.

Yannick glanced back at the pile of clothes he had temporarily tossed onto the couch, acknowledging that he had indeed contributed to the mess.

"Jocelyn, I'm sorry. Please wait for me. Give me an hour or two. I promise I'll get everything sorted out," he said.

Jocelyn was about to refuse. "But-"

Yannick simply led her out of the room, inviting her to sit comfortably in the living

room.

"Give me a chance."

His eyes pleaded in such a way that it was difficult for her to turn him down.