- Chapter 142
- When William heard this, he leaned in to take a look. “What are you talking about?”
- “See the gentleness on his face? And look at Mrs. Grant, she’s beautiful, sure, but she’s totally missing his hidden feelings. They’re not on the same wavelength, Henry explained, a touch dramatic.
- William squinted at the camera for a long moment. All he saw was a beautiful couple. “I don’t see it. You’re imagining things.”
- Henry rolled his eyes and yanked the camera back. “Straight people, he muttered under his breath.
- William frowned, still puzzled.
- Meanwhile, Joycelyn stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her posture as she admired her reflection
- This dress really did wonders, it made her feel every inch the elegant CEO’s wife.
- The diamond–encrusted wedding gown was a showstopper. Its strapless design wasn’t too revealing, the cinched waist highlighted her figure perfectly, and the dramatic skirt gave her an ethereal vibe.
- The diamonds sparkled like crazy, catching the light in a way that made the whole thing feel magical.
- For a moment, Joycelyn let herself bask in the joy of her childhood dream coming true, she looked like a princess straight out of a fairy tale.
- “How do I look?” she asked, turning slightly to check the back. Then, she noticed Ellison standing behind her, his gaze locked, on her reflection.
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- He didn’t say anything, but his eyes were so intense it made her heart skip.
- Feeling flustered, she looked down and fiddled with her gown. “Well? Do I look good or not?”
- Honestly, she felt absolutely beautiful in this moment and just hoped it didn’t come across as narcissistic
- “You look stunning,” he said, his voice steady. “But I bet it’ll look even better in the sunlight.” Ellison bent down, adjusting her skirt with surprising care.
- “It’s a little heavy,” she admitted, “but sometimes looking good is worth it.”
- This was her first wedding dress, and she knew she would hold onto the joy and excitement of this moment for a long time.
- “They’re all real diamonds, custom–made,” Ellison said as he stepped closer, his hand resting lightly on Joycelyn’s waist. “Of course, they’re heavier.”
- The staff in the room, although they couldn’t understand the language Joycelyn spoke, exchanged glances but kept quiet, aware of Ellison’s commanding presence.
- Yet, when they saw the couple standing together in front of the mirror, their intimate gestures made everyone murmur softly with envy.
- It wasn’t like Ellison to act so openly affectionate, and Joycelyn, noticing all the eyes on them, quickly composed herself. “Um, I think I’ll go get my hair and makeup done now,” she said, trying to steer the attention elsewhere.
- She wasn’t used to this much PDA, especially not in front of a crowd. Ellison, however, didn’t seem bothered.
- He simply smiled as he watched her gather her gown and stride toward the dressing table with as much poise as she could
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- Joycelyn sat down in the plush chair, glancing at Ellison, who stood behind her with his arms crossed, looking relaxed but ever so watchful.
- He spoke softly in a language she didn’t recognize–his voice low and smooth.
- The stylist team immediately got to work, four or five people moving in unison. One young woman knelt in front of Joycelyn, carefully starting on her nails.
- Joycelyn shifted uncomfortably. The whole scene felt excessive, and the kneeling made her uneasy.
- “What language was that?” she asked, catching Ellison’s gaze in the mirror.
- “Valisian,” he said simply.
- “Can you tell her she doesn’t need to kneel? She should use a stool or something. This feels… unnecessary, Joycelyn said, raising her brows at him.
- Being good at Mersian was one thing, but now Valisian? She felt completely out of her depth.
- Ellison chuckled and relayed the message.
- The manicurist paused mid–task, stunned for a moment, before standing and nodding deeply toward Joycelyn in gratitude. William quickly handed her a small stool, and she sat down with a quiet smile.
- The stylists continued their work, the atmosphere buzzing with quiet admiration. Even Henry couldn’t resist snapping a photo of Joycelyn.
- For a moment, she felt like a celebrity. At first, the attention made her awkward, but she quickly settled into the rhythm. Everyone was just doing their jobs, and she deserved to enjoy this once–in–a–lifetime moment.
- Joycelyn’s natural beauty made their jobs easier. Her delicate features; an oval face with a high, petite nose and strikingly clear eyes, gave her a timeless, graceful appeal.
- There was a subtle coolness to her warmth, a charm that was both inviting and distant.
- Her eyes, especially, were mesmerizing, like a spring that reflected light in the gentlest way.
- The stylists worked their magic lightly, enhancing her already stunning features with soft touches of makeup.
- A few delicate diamonds were added to the corners of her eyes, complementing the brilliance of her diamond wedding dress and giving her an ethereal, fairy–like glow.
- Ellison, standing nearby, seemed unable to look away. It was as if he was seeing Joycelyn in a new light for the first time. His gaze was intense, and for a moment, he didn’t even blink.
- Breaking his trance, he reached over to the stylist holding a pair of crystal heels and knelt in front of Joycelyn. “Put these on,” he said.
- Joycelyn was startled, her reflection forgotten. Seeing Ellison, a man of such stature, crouching in front of her to help her
- change shoes felt surreal
- Tcan do it myself,” she blurted, her cheeks flushing with embarrass
- “Your dress is in the way. Let me,” he replied casually, as if it were no big deal. He gently lifted her ankle, his hand warm and steady.
- Joycelyn’s breath hitched as she instinctively curled her toes, suddenly self–conscious.
- She bent down to grab the heels, but the tightness of the dress around her waist stopped her.
- Good grief, this thing is gorgeous but useless, she thought.
- On top of that, it was a tube top. She barely leaned forward before catching Ellison’s gaze. The possessive gleam in his eyes made her freeze.
- Straightening up quickly, she cleared her throat. “Sorry to trouble you.”
- Ellison smiled, not at all bothered. “No problem. Besides, I’m older than you. Might need you to take care of me one day.”
- She blinked, startled. ‘What? Is he seriously thinking 40 or 50 years
- ahead?”
- “I don’t think we’ll get there,” she mumbled, more to herself than anything.
- Ellison looked up at her, his hand still on her ankle. “Why? Planning to leave me?”
- His hand lingered slightly before pulling back, his expression amused.
- Joycelyn could almost picture him, showing off their wedding photos tomorrow to make her role as Mrs. Grant official if she
- said yes.
An Joycelyn English Novel Chapter 142
An Joycelyn English Novel Chapter 142
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An Joycelyn English Novel
Status: Ongoing Native Language: English
