The Man Who Waited vs. The Man Who Wasted novel Chapter 494

"Jocelyn," Julian said, turning to face her with a calm expression.

"You know I have a fiancée."

Jocelyn pressed her lips together. "I know."

"Yeah."

And with that, the conversation ended.

Jocelyn pondered that simple "Yeah" for a long time, unable to decipher its underlying meaning.

"Lock the door. Take tomorrow off and get some rest."

Julian called out, walking away without looking back.

Jocelyn stood there in a daze before closing the door, a heavy, suffocating feeling settling in her chest.

But she couldn't explain why it was there.

The next morning.

Jocelyn was jolted awake by the doorbell.

Glancing at the time, she realized it was almost ten o'clock.

She threw on a coat and went to open the door.

A delivery driver handed her a massive bag.

"Miss, here's your order."

Jocelyn frowned in confusion.

"You must have the wrong place. I didn't order anything."

"I definitely have the right place. The address and apartment number match perfectly. Are you Miss Jocelyn?"

Jocelyn checked the receipt attached to the bag.

The address was correct.

But she definitely hadn't ordered anything.

One look at the packaging told her exactly what it was.

It was from The Heritage Soup Kitchen.

"Doesn't this place strictly not do delivery?"

"I don't know the details," the driver replied. "I just accepted a custom courier request. Someone hired me to pick up the food from the restaurant and bring it here."

"Who placed the order?"

The driver checked his phone.

"A Mr. Lowell."

Adrian?

"Adrian, I appreciate that you came to save me yesterday, but that doesn't mean we're suddenly on terms like this."

Instead of getting angry, Adrian laughed.

"Didn't we agree to be friends?"

"Even if we are, we're just ordinary friends."

What kind of "ordinary friend" hovered around like an obsessive caretaker?

"Adrian," Jocelyn warned strictly. "Stop doing things like this. I don't like it. The only reason I was cordial to you last night was because you saved me, and I owed you a thank you. But that's where it ends. I don't want you getting the wrong idea."

Adrian remained surprisingly mild.

"I don't have the wrong idea. I'm just being a friend. Anyway, I have a meeting. I'll let you go. Remember to eat breakfast. I'll pick you up later; we still need to make a trip to the police station."

Jocelyn let out an exhausted breath.

Her mind was in such a mess that she had almost forgotten she was kidnapped just yesterday.

The delivery driver stood awkwardly holding the heavy bag.

"Miss, please just sign for it."

Jocelyn took the receipt, signed it, and then gestured to the bag. "It's yours. Take it for your lunch."

She had absolutely no desire to accept anything from Adrian Lowell.