Contracted Bride Is Trapped By Her Husband

Chapter 192 Chatting With Old Madam Brown

Hearing that, Jocelyn quickly waved her hand. Realizing that she might not be able to express herself clearly, she quickly took out her phone and started typing. “You’re mistaken. If Master Aren didn’t show up in time, I would have died. He saved me!”

Jocelyn handed the phone to Old Madam Brown.

Looking at the words written on it, Old Madam Brown heaved a sigh of relief. She knew that her grandson would not do something so ungentlemanly. As expected, Aren did not disappoint her.

“Sorry, Grandma was wrong about you. You’re a hero who protected your fiancée.” Old Madam Brown quickly stood up and patted Aren’s shoulder like she was treating a child.

If she could, she would have patted Aren on the head, but he had never let anyone touch his head since he became an adult.

Thinking of Aren when he was young, Old Madam Brown felt a little nostalgic..

“But in order to prevent such a dangerous thing from happening again in the future, as a considerate man, you should get your fiancée some bodyguards to protect her safety when you’re not around. What do you think?”

Bodyguard?

Jocelyn quickly waved her hand to decline. Hiring a few bodyguards was as easy as drinking water to Aren, but it was unaffordable for Jocelyn..

Even if she used all the money she saved up this year, she probably wouldn’t be able to hire a bodyguard, let alone she still needed to pay for the summer camp with this money.

Although Mrs. Wilson had once promised to pay her expenses for the summer camp, looking at the remaining balance in her bank card, Jocelyn knew that there was a high chance that she wouldn’t pay the money.

Jocelyn could only rely on herself. But if Aren really hired a bodyguard for her, it would undoubtedly add another load to her debt, which was something Jocelyn was unwilling to accept.

Moreover, she already had evidence against Miles. Now that she had learned her lesson, she would no longer see Miles alone or be threatened by him. In fact, Jocelyn was already thinking about handing in the evidence to the police and sending him to prison.

In addition, Jocelyn did not want to owe Aren anything anymore. He had saved her life, and she was already taking advantage of him. If she continued to accept help from Aren, wouldn’t she be equivalent to a gold-digger?

Jocelyn took out her phone and started typing again.

“I’m just a student and don’t need a bodyguard. What happened today was just an accident. I promise it won’t happen again, so please don’t hire bodyguards for me. I’m not used to going out with bodyguards, and they are just too expensive.”

Although Old Madam Brown did not agree with Jocelyn, she still chose to respect her decision..

“Alright, since this is what you want, but if you need anything, you have to tell Aren about it, alright?”

Old Madam Brown held Jocelyn’s hand and looked at her angelic face. The more she looked at her, the more she liked her. She was afraid that Jocelyn would be embarrassed to ask Aren for help, so she quickly reminded her.

Sensing Old Madam Brown’s concern for her, Jocelyn’s eyes turned red, and she nodded vigorously.

Old Madam Brown had not been so happy in a very long time, so she forgot about time. By the time they finished talking, the sky was completely dark outside, and Jocelyn’s stomach was growling.

Jocelyn held her stomach and blushed. Old Madam Brown quickly stood up and patted the back of Jocelyn’s hand.

“Oh, my apologies. I’m getting on in years, so sometimes I’ll lose track of time.”

“Alright, I’ll get the kitchen to hurry up and prepare dinner. I don’t want to starve my beloved Angel Jocelyn.”

Being called “angel” by Old Madam Brown, Jocelyn quickly lowered her head, her face turning red.

She had never been called that before.

The toes of Jocelyn’s shoes curled up, and Old Madam Brown walked towards the kitchen, leaving the space for Jocelyn and Aren.

“I don’t have much time to spend with Grandma. As my fiancée, you have the responsibility to come to visit her often. She likes you a lot,” Aren said flatly as he looked at Jocelyn, who had her head kept low.

Although he couldn’t see Jocelyn’s face, he could already imagine how red her face was.