Chapter 82

Chapter 82

Joycelyn hurried down the stairs, taking several deep breaths to alm herself as she slowly regained composure.

Ellison had saved her from trouble, and she had gotten a little top carried away.

“Joycelyn, calm down, she muttered to herself, her face turning serious as she headed to the kitchen, trying to ease her emotions by cooking.

About twenty minutes later, Ellison came downstairs.

The once empty, quiet mansion was now filled with the aroma of freshly cooked food.

Unable to resist, Joycelyn pulled out her phone and googled, “I girl confesses her love first, will the guy take it seriously?”

She scrolled through various responses, all mixed, which only made her feel more unsettled.

“Are you done?” Ellison’s deep, clear voice broke through her thoughts.

Joycelyn glanced back, immediately turning off her phone and slipping it into her pocket. “Yes, it’s ready

Ellison, dressed in dark home attire with his hair still slightly damp, stood there with a relaxed aura. Gone was his usual businesslike demeanor, replaced by a laid–back, refined air.

Concerned that he might be hungry. Joycelyn grabbed a large bowl and began serving

Her hands, still raw from the earlier rope burns, accidentally splashed some hot broth while using the fork, causing the scalding liquid to burn her injured wrist.

“Ow…” she

gasped, wincing in

pain.

Ellison quickly stepped over, taking the fork and bowl from her. Put it down, I’ll do it”

“No. I’m fine. I’m not that delicate,” Joycelyn insisted, not letting go.

She didn’t want him doing these small, insignificant tasks given is high status. Part of her felt it was inappropriate, and deep down, she still held some traditional notions of femininity.

grasped her

hand enveloped hers

looked up at him with a soft,

gaze met his deep, steady eyes, and the commanding presence in

had no choice but to release the

she obediently watched him as he

eat you up or something?” Ellison gave

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I just think it’s improper

laugh was warm and magnetic almost indulgent.

dared not think too much about it. She recalled what she had read on Google earlier. “If a man truly loves you. he

want to overthink it. After all, they had agreed on a practical marriage to appease their families, and

a dish is beneath your dignity, then what about when I personally take care of you? What does that count

lips tightening, her

pretending to be busy by washing her hands and tidying up the

on her small, busy figure as he

so serve me a bit more.” Joycelyn stood at the sink, cleaning up, while casually

as he finished preparing the

conversation was light and intermittent,

see it, then there’s nothing I can

snorted lightly in response..

moment later, he brought the two bowls of pasta to the dining table.

followed behind, bringing over the fruit

of tomato

picky, and ate whatever

on the other hand, didn’t dare to say anything, worried she might accidentally say the wrong

was bright and peaceful, and

finishing her meal, Joycelyn took the initiative to clean up in the kitchen, she washed and wiped down the dishes while Ellison sat

no forced small talk, nor was it

finished cleaning and was washing her hands, Ellison finally broke the silence, “You should rest at home for the next couple of days. If you

a sip of water, and replied. “I have some red marks on my

down at the bruises

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