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

large, warm hand enveloped hers completely.

and she looked up at him with a soft, pale face, her eyes innocent as she said,

his deep, steady eyes, and the commanding

choice but to release the fork

him as he continued to

or

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just think it’s improper

chuckled softly. The brief laugh was warm and magnetic almost indulgent.

she had read on Google earlier. “If a man truly loves you. he

had agreed on a practical marriage to appease their families,

Ellison slowly spoke up, “If serving you a dish is beneath your dignity, then what about when I personally

her lips tightening, her

to be busy by washing her hands and tidying

her small, busy figure as he

so serve me a bit more.” Joycelyn

an avoidant type,” Ellison remarked as he finished preparing the bowls of pasta, giving her a smaller portion.

intermittent, with no real

there’s nothing I can do,” Joycelyn

snorted lightly in response..

later, he brought the two bowls of

bringing over the

bowls of tomato and egg

ate

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

and peaceful, and the

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

no forced small talk,

rest at home for the next couple of days. If you

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 Isolde

looked down at the bruises on her

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