Ellison And Joycelyn: A Love Beyond The Rules

Chapter 225

“Shut up and drive, you old bachelor,” Ellison snapped, his words cutting with irritation.

Haddy, however, wasn’t bothered in the least. In fact, he found Ellison’s flustered reaction amusing. “You know what this is called, right? You’ve lost your wife and your dignity,” he teased.

Although Haddy was usually calm, he didn’t hold back when it came to retorting, even if the target was Ellison.

After leaving the restaurant, the six of them made their way back to Ellison’s villa. Leon, the most drunk, insisted on sleeping in a dog cage with the two little dogs once they arrived at the Grant family home. Nothing could sway him.

Lucy, eager to continue the fun, headed straight to the karaoke room with Sandra, dragging Joycelyn along with her.

Meanwhile, Haddy grabbed a bottle of wine from Ellison’s cabinet, pouring them both a glass to make up for the one they’d missed at dinner.

“Well, since Joycelyn’s been taken, might as well have a drink,” Haddy said, setting two glasses on the table and pouring one for Ellison.

Ellison, taking the glass and draining it in one go, made Haddy smile. The two men settled in the garden, drinking and watching the stars while discussing business.

By the time the night was winding down, Haddy, having had a few drinks, realized he couldn’t drive. The guest room upstairs hadn’t been made up yet, so he took it upon himself to change the bed linens.

Later that night, the door creaked open. Lucy, freshly showered and parched from the alcohol, went to get a glass of water. She had been sleeping downstairs with Sandra, but following her fuzzy memory, she ended up on the third floor, in the same room where Joycelyn had stayed during her wedding.

However, her sense of direction wasn’t the best, and she ended up opening the wrong door.

Setting the water down on the nightstand, she collapsed onto the bed. Moments later, she lazily kicked off her underwear and tossed it aside, falling into a comfortable sleep.

She started out sleeping peacefully, but when she turned over, her small frame ended up nestled into Haddy’s broad arms.

Haddy, who had drunk a bit too much, was deep in sleep and didn’t notice the familiar scent of Lucy’s perfume. He instinctively pulled her closer.

room was quiet and warm until the first rays of morning light

the alcohol, woke up with a pounding headache. She stretched lazily, her hand reaching

hand slid across his body, and Haddy immediately caught

snapping open as

the curtains were open, the room was already bright with the early morning light. Lucy’s gaze landed on his chiseled face–calm, refined, like a gentleman.

Lucy shot upright in bed, only to be immediately knocked

ache

you doing in my bed? Are you out of your mind?” Lucy snapped, her voice hoarse from the night before, but her fiery temper still

had only had a couple of drinks the night before, but it was enough to leave him a bit hazy. He wasn’t fully awake yet, and his demeanor was still sluggish, radiating an effortless

hand resting on his forehead, his eyes half- lidded as

ever. When it came to her, he was

this is a nightmare! This has to stay between us, or I swear I’ll make you regret it!” Lucy muttered, pressing her aching head, throwing off the covers, and scrambling to

blaming Haddy for this. I got drunk, and he didn’t even bother to lock the door! It’s too late to worry about that now. I need to get downstairs before anyone wakes up!‘

the pillow beside him. With surprising tenderness, he picked it up and

down at her body in relief–her sleepwear was still on. As she casually turned her head, she caught sight of her lace bra in his hand. His long, elegant

holding it was just as shocking as when he had carefully cleaned her underwear with a handkerchief the other

gasped, looking down at herself. She grabbed her chest, then darted to the edge of the bed, yanked the bra from his hand, and rushed to the bathroom

the bed, watching her sneak out of the room and tiptoe downstairs. He couldn’t help

thief sneaking through the house. Thankfully, no one had woken up yet, and she managed

Leon’s voice called from

hoarse voice. Lucy froze,

His small face, no bigger than the palm of her hand, wore a

back to sleep,” Lucy said quickly, her feet moving before she could finish the sentence,

Lucy was curled up under the covers, pretending

heard the voices

Lucy woken up yet? Is she still

sleeping soundly. I

She came downstairs–I saw her,”