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.

firmly grasped her hand that was holding the fork.

large, warm hand

trembled slightly, and she looked up at him with a soft, pale face,

her sentence, her gaze met his deep, steady eyes, and the commanding presence in his gaze made her instinctively hold her breath, biting her

had no choice but to release the fork

to the side, she obediently watched him as he continued to prepare

or something?” Ellison

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improper

brief laugh was warm

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

on a practical marriage to appease their families, and

in thought, Ellison slowly spoke up, “If serving you a dish is beneath your dignity, then

tightening, her face flushing deeper.

quickly pretending to be busy by washing her hands

her small, busy figure as

don’t eat much, so serve me a bit more.” Joycelyn stood

really are an avoidant type,” Ellison remarked as he finished

and intermittent, with no

see it, then there’s nothing I can do,” Joycelyn replied

lightly

brought the two bowls of pasta to the dining table.

followed behind, bringing over the fruit

bowls of tomato

ate whatever

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

and the atmosphere was warm

Joycelyn took the initiative to clean up in the kitchen, she washed and wiped down the dishes while Ellison sat at the table,

no forced small talk, nor was

and was washing her hands, Ellison finally broke the silence, “You should rest at home for the next couple

with a towel, walked out of the open kitchen, took a sip of water, and replied. “I have some red marks on my hands. I’ll go see

down at the bruises on her

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