- Chapter 137
- Looking at his tanned skin, now speckled with faint traces of blood, Joycelyn froze in shock.
- “Why didn’t you say something?” she scolded, tossing the bath sponge aside. Then, she leaned in and gently blew on the abrasions.
- Her warm breath brushed against Ellison’s skin, making the taut muscles of his broad back tense even more. His steady breathing grew noticeably heavier.
- Seeing it was a minor injury, Joycelyn scooped some rose petals from the tub and delicately placed them over the wound.
- Ellison raised a skeptical brow, his expression unreadable.
- bath
- Joycelyn assured with exaggerated confidence, “You’ll be fine. Your wound will be healed when you’re done with your
- “Go do your thing. I’ll soak a little longer,” Ellison replied, his deep–set eyes unreadable as his calm, low voice filled the room.
- “Don’t stay in the tub too long. I’ll grab your pajamas,” Joycelyn said, glancing toward the suitcase by the door.
- She shook the water from her hands and retrieved the suitcase. Pulling out their flight clothes and rummaging through the smaller bag, she found Ellison’s pajamas and placed them neatly on the bed.
- “I’ve got your pajamas ready, and there’s a washer here, so I’ll toss in our clothes,” Joycelyn announced, draping her pajamas over her shoulder and collecting their laundry.
- Ellison remained in the bathtub, water streaming down his short hair and dripping along the sharp lines of his face.
- His gaze quietly followed Joycelyn as she bustled about, handling the simple chores.
- Laundry was something he’d never considered.
- His tailored wardrobe had always been pristine, replaced rather than washed. But seeing Joycelyn handle these mundane tasks brought a rare, calming sense of normalcy.
- For the first time, he didn’t mind the idea of wearing freshly washed clothes, especially ones tended to by his wife. A faint smile played on his lips, softening his sharp features.
- Intent on finishing the chores, Joycelyn loaded the washing machine and added detergent pods. She glanced at her outfit, hesitated, then peeked over her shoulder.
- Ellison had turned his head away and closed his eyes, seemingly uninterested.
- Thinking he wasn’t paying attention, Joycelyn quickly removed Her clothes and tossed them into the washer, leaving herself in undergarments.
- As Joycelyn undressed in silence, Ellison’s eyes flickered open.
- He watched as she paused after removing her clothes, then turned away to remove her undergarments and toss them into the washing machine.
- His gaze sharpened as he took in the graceful curve of her back and the enticing silhouette she unknowingly flaunted, especially when she bent over to toss the clothes into the washer
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- His Adam’s apple involuntarily bobbed as he reached over to lower the water temperature, attempting to cool himself down.
- Oblivious to his gaze, Joycelyn quickly grabbed her pajamas and scurried into the bathroom like a startled rabbit after starting the washing machine.
- “How does Ellison stay so composed while undressing before me” she muttered, cheeks flushed. “I can’t even do
- back turned.
- The cruise ship had glided into the open ocean when Joycelyn returned to the room from her bath.
- it with my
- She unraveled her hair, draped her damp towel over the window and collapsed onto the bed. Her wet hair fanned out around her as she gazed dreamily at the starlit sky.
- “This is amazing. Do you think we’ll see sharks tomorrow morning?” Joycelyn asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
- Now dressed in his pajamas, Ellison looked at her with mild incredulity, clearly puzzled by her wild train of thought. “Sharks? That’s what excites you?”
- Noticing her damp hair, Ellison picked up the hairdryer and casually returned to the bed, unhurried but purposeful.
- Joycelyn nodded. “The ocean has all kinds of creatures, right?”
- “Of course,” Ellison replied dryly, a slight sarcasm in his tone. “I’m sure there are mermaids, too.”
- It was clearly a playful conversation, yet Ellison indulged her with a smile.
- “I’ll wake up early tomorrow,” Joycelyn said eagerly. “I’d love to see a mixed–race Merman, like a Prince Charming of the sea How amazing would that be?”
- Ellison smirked, his voice low and teasing. “Good taste. Mixed–race fish heads make the best stew.”
- “That’s disgusting,” Joycelyn froze, horrified. “What a horrible thought.”
- Ellison let out a low chuckle, clearly amused by her reaction. Without missing a beat, he plugged in the hairdryer and said, “Come over here. I’ll dry your hair for you.”
- “You? Drying my hair?” Joycelyn blinked in disbelief.
- “Unless there’s a mermaid around here for me to dry her hair, Ellison teased, his voice a little raspy.
- Joycelyn hadn’t expected him to take her joke about mermaids seriously, but she quickly realized that her high–powered CEO was actually offering to dry her hair.
- It was an experience she never thought she’d have in a million years.
- Joycelyn scooted over quickly, smiling sweetly. “Thank you, Mr. Grant,” she said playfully.
- She sat up with her back to Ellison, positioning herself so he could easily dry her hair.
- “This must be what royal treatment feels like, Joycelyn thought.
- Instead of turning on the hairdryer, Ellison motioned for her to be down, guiding her head onto his lap.
- “I can sit up,” she protested, awkwardly squirming while struggling to get up.
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- Joycelyn already considered having Ellison dry her luir a rare privilege, but lying on his lap felt far too intimate and inappropriate.
- Refusing to give in, she flailed her arms and kicked her legs in the air, determined to sit up.
- Ellison, on the other hand, just wanted her to relax and make things easier. But the moment she lay down, she squirmed and wriggled like a fish out of water, her resistance both comical and exasperating.
- “Stay still,” Ellison sighed.
- “I’ll do it myself,” Joycelyn insisted, struggling to sit up.
- Before she could fully sit up, Ellison firmly pressed her back down.
- However, each time Ellison nudged her back onto his lap, Joycelyn jolted as if she were about to be pricked by invisible needles, her body instinctively resisting.
- “Relax. I’m not making you do anything else,” Ellison said calmly
- Despite his reassurance, Joycelyn still looked like a woman trapped in a difficult situation.
- “I can do it m–my…” Joycelyn started to protest, but her words were interrupted as Ellison gently but firmly pushed her back onto his lap.
- The abrupt motion caused her head to collide with a particularly sensitive spot on his lap, instantly making his entire body
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- Ellison winced, a sharp grunt escaping as he froze in place.
- Panicking, Joycelyn bolted upright, only to accidentally smack the back of her head into his chin.
- “Ouch, Joycelyn cried, clutching her head in pain.
- Ellison closed his eyes, falling completely silent as though someone had hit the pause button on him.
- “Are you okay?” Joycelyn asked, rubbing the spot on her head where she had bumped it, her panicked gaze flickering to Ellison.
- I knew lying on his lap was a terrible idea, Joycelyn thought, wincing inwardly, ‘And now this happens.
- Ellison said nothing, his sharp gaze locking on her as he tossed the hairdryer onto the bed and collapsed onto the bed with a groan
- That was such a hard bump, and she still has the nerve to ask if I’m alright, Ellison thought, feeling completely defeated for
- the first time in his life.
An Joycelyn English Novel Chapter 137
An Joycelyn English Novel Chapter 137
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An Joycelyn English Novel
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