Chapter 86

Joyvelyn’s kiss was caught by a stranger, and she was mortified.

She pushed Ellison away, signaling for him to stop.

But Ellison didn’t budge. In fact, when they were interrupted, the playful look in his eyes darkened, and as he kissed. Joycelyn, he shot Leah a sharp, almost threatening glance.

Leah froze, startled by his arrogant, domineering gaze.

“Sorry! Didn’t mean to interrupt,” she quickly muttered, with a half–smile, as if making light of the situation.

But only she knew how shocked and jealous she felt inside.

Without lingering, she turned and went straight into the room to pretend to check on Isolde.

Yet the image of the passionate kiss stayed burned in her mind, Haunting her.

Joycelyn, unable to get Ellison to let go, twisted her hand into his waist.

His clear, mesmerizing eyes stared at her, full of mock annoyance–like a playful little kitten ready to lash out.

She was clearly upset now.

Seeing her eyes redden with anger, Ellison softly kissed her lips and then reluctantly pulled back, but not without a mischievous grin on his face.

He was such a tease–more daring in broad daylight than at home.

Joycelyn, fuming, clenched her fists and punched him lightly before storming off to the sink with the fruit basket.

Ellison licked his lips, savoring the moment, his smile wicked.

Joycelyn stood at the sink, scrubbing the fruit, her head low, wishing she could peel the red apple in her hand to release her frustration.

“Still not enough? Taking it out on the apple?” Ellison asked, arms crossed, leaning against the counter with a smirk.

Joycelyn looked up sharply. Her fair face was flushed bright red, and her eyes–wet and fiery–were locked on him in an angry stare.

Her lips, kissed only moments before, were still swollen and tender.

fierce expression, to Ellison, she looked like a delicate, feisty kitten–puffed up, ready to fight, but still utterly

his, the one that had

down at her with an unreadable gaze

do you mean, seventh day?”

voice low and intense, his eyes smoldering with an almost fiery

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Chapter 86

into a

water in his face. “Just wake

his face and shit as he kept

calm on the surface, but inside his thoughts were filled with images of Joycelyn

hard, his body reacting with

hiss of his breath, Joycelyn knew she’d pushed her

focus on it.

her intently, his gaze piercing through her.

go check on Isolde. No need to stay here with me,” Joycelyn muttered, hoping he’d take

covered, Ellison replied

not to press it further. Instead, she hurriedly finished washing

silence, Ellison reached out and pinched her

body jolting like a

at

Ellison’s eyes darkened as he gazed at her clearly

Joycelyn huffed after a long pause, finally blurting

to gossip about your husband’s affaire,” Ellison teased, his

was getting back at her

with a little sniff, completely unaware that her words were stepping right into Ellison’s danger zone. “Wherever

me? Ellison asked, his voice dropping a

had a better option, you wouldn’t need to say anything. I’ll take care of it myself,”

the playfulness suddenly gone. “Try running. I’ll break your legs first,” he said,

I’m not talking to you anymore,” Joycelyn said, picking up the fruit and heading

bed.

him

return, acted like nothing had happened. “Mrs. Grant, you’re so

wonder Mr. Grant is looked–after.”

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