Free Web NovelChapter 1588: Chapter 1588: Ian Shelby and Jocelyn Make Contact
As the car passed by the café, Ian Shelby, seated by the window, withdrew his gaze, "Right, there’s one more flower to add, it’s called Indigo Blue."
"Yes, Prince." The guard noted it down on the tablet.
Just like that, he regretfully missed the moment he could have met Jocelyn Morgan...
And when the car completely left, Jocelyn put down her coffee cup. She turned her gaze out the window, squinting slightly against the warm sunlight.
The weather is really nice today, and she finds herself thinking of him again.
In the Lincoln car returning to the royal palace, Ian Shelby was also thinking about Jocelyn. Holding his phone, he instinctively opened her novel.
She was maintaining her updates, which made him happy. It meant she was doing well enough to be in the mood to write.
Shockingly, the latest Chapter was updated just two minutes ago. At this moment, Ian felt so close to her, his heart filled with a bit of joy, sincerely hoping she was well.
He casually skimmed through the content, then habitually clicked on the Chapter reviews, pausing slightly as he read comments like this—
[Has the author been to a castle? Why is the description so vivid?]
[Is the author an escaping princess from some royal family? Avoiding an arranged marriage to make a living through writing?]
[The description of this palace is so beautiful, it’s like a fairy tale.]
Palace?
Reading these comments, Ian had a bad premonition. He hurriedly went back to read the Chapter she wrote.
When he saw the descriptions about the castle, the exterior, the eaves, the imposing momentum... he suddenly concluded that Jocelyn had come to Lorelei!
At this moment, Ian felt not joy but worry, deep worry!
Did she come alone? Is she outside the royal palace?
Out of concern, he couldn’t hold back any longer. He opened WeChat, pulled up her chat window, and typed a message: Jocelyn, where are you?
Jocelyn, sitting in the café, was originally working on tomorrow’s outline, when her phone beside her beeped.
Stopping her typing, she picked up the phone and saw Ian’s message pop up on the screen.
She was stunned!
Her heart tightened, and she opened his chat window, rereading it three times to confirm it was really him.
Jocelyn quickly typed back: Lorelei.
Then she sent him several photos of the royal palace complex taken yesterday, not because she feared he wouldn’t believe her, but to show him how close she once was, just a wall away.
Receiving her reply, Ian felt no joy, only anxiety and concern, quickly typing back a few words: Don’t call, I’m being watched.
Seeing this line just as she was about to call, Jocelyn’s heart was in her throat with sudden worry for him.
He’s being watched? Why?
He’s a Prince, what exactly has he encountered?
Soon, Ian’s message came again: Jocelyn, I’m fine, no need to worry, sweetie, go back to Riventhal quickly. I have more important things to do right now, once I finish, I’ll come to find you.
Seeing this message, Jocelyn didn’t know how to respond at that moment.
What exactly had he encountered? What are more important things?
It’s not efficient to inquire over WeChat; typing is cumbersome, and the situation is too complicated to explain in just a few sentences.
To avoid making Ian worry about her, Jocelyn promptly typed a reply: Don’t worry, I’ll return to Riventhal immediately, please take care of yourself, I will wait for you.
Then, a minute passed, and Ian didn’t send another message...
Two minutes, three minutes, he hadn’t messaged again.
Jocelyn clutched her phone, no longer in the mood to write, her entire heart filled with worry for him.
