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.

was quiet and warm until the first rays of morning light filtered through the curtains and onto the

with a pounding headache. She stretched lazily, her hand reaching out, only to land on

his body, and Haddy

snapping open as she processed the

were open, the room was already bright with the early morning light. Lucy’s gaze landed on his chiseled

the hell…? Lucy shot upright in bed, only to be immediately knocked back down by the pounding i from

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 as sharp as ever, completely ignoring the

enough to leave him a bit hazy. He wasn’t fully awake yet, and his demeanor was still sluggish, radiating an effortless laziness.

with Sandra? How did you end up here?” Haddy asked, his hand resting

Lucy’s panicked reaction, he remained as calm and composed as ever. When it came

regret it!” Lucy muttered, pressing her aching head, throwing off the covers, and scrambling to put on her shoes. She moved like a thief,

even bother to lock the door! It’s

lacy bra on the pillow beside him. With surprising

was still on. As she casually turned her head, she caught sight of her lace bra in his hand. His long, elegant fingers were holding it

he had carefully cleaned her underwear with a handkerchief the other day.

the bra from his hand, and rushed to the bathroom to put it on. It felt like she was caught

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

heart pounded as she made her way downstairs, feeling like a thief sneaking through the house.

she exhaled in relief, Leon’s

in his hoarse voice. Lucy froze,

no bigger than the palm of her hand, wore a smile that looked more pained

moving before she could finish the sentence, hurrying back

curled up under the covers, pretending to sleep, her mind racing with anxiety.

voices

up yet? Is she still feeling bad?”

soundly. I

was up early. She came downstairs–I saw