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Ian was slightly stunned.
He did not notice Chloe at all. Her words fell on deaf ears, Ian pursed his lips and had no choice but to speak slowly under everyone’s burning gaze, “Happy birthday, Joyce.
I wish you… All the best….”Kai could not help but laugh when he heard those words. ‘Hahahaha! All the best?! Ian’s quite thorough in giving birthday wishes, huh?’ Grant shot a cold look over, and Kai quickly shut his mouth.
Everyone slowly waited for what followed. However… Nothing else happened! Joyce accepted the bouquet and smiled in satisfaction.
“Thank you, I like this gift very much.” Ian hung his head, hiding the disappointment in his eyes. Soon, Kai drew everyone’s attention elsewhere. Joyce took the opportunity to grab lan’s sleeve and pulled him away. She did not notice Chloe’s frustrated yet relieved eyes following them.
Joyce let go of Ian’s arm when they finally reached an empty room. “Ian Carter, what the hell were you planning?!” The usually frivolous Ian Carter looked so sincere at this moment.
It was clear that Joyce’s reaction had hurt his fragile heart. However, it was not to the point of being devastated. After all, this was just the beginning! “I just wanted to surprise you!” Unfortunately, Joyce sensed what was going on and nipped his plan in the bud.
‘Today was such a great opportunity… What a pity…’ “Surprise? You almost scared us all to death!” Joyce glared at him speechlessly and crossed her arms.
They were close friends, so Joyce did not have to worry too much. That was why she spoke so bluntly. It was not a deliberate attempt to embarrass him.
However, the result Ian had hoped for was impossible. Instead of wasting his time on Joyce, it was better if Ian could turn back in time. The lazy and charming smile on Ian’s face was bewitching.
“You stopped me in time for now, but I won’t be so obedient next time…” Joyce immediately became furious at his words. “Carter, I’m a completely different type from all your exes.
Why are you so fixated on me?” All his exes were docile, cute, and lovely.
They were completely different from Joyce’s style! Did he want a change of taste? ( Ian paused slightly before he laughed. How can those women compare to you? I’ve never been moved by them…” Joyce was not interested in listening to his spiel.
Now was not the time. She raised her hand to stop him. “Carter, I’m not interested to know about your love life. We’ve known each other for so many years.
We can only be friends!” “You’re jealous!” Ian said confidently. His eyes shined.
Joyce was completely speechless. ‘How should I kill his confidence without hurting his self-esteem?’ She flipped her hair back. “Forget it. I’m going back downstairs.”
However, as soon as she turned around, she was pulled back. “Your zipper is open…”
Ian had noticed that Joyce’s zipper on the back of her dress was open. The large track of fair skin and her bare shoulders were breathtakingly beautiful.
At first, her long hair was draped behind her, so no one noticed. However, when she flipped her hair earlier, Ian caught this small detail.
Joyce paused in her footsteps and looked back in surprise. Ian was already zipping her dress back up. In the next second, the door to the lounge suddenly opened.
“I’m so sorry, Joyce. I didn’t mean to disturb you while you were making out with Second Young Master Carter.
You guys carry on….” Joyce immediately knew who it was by listening to the pretentiously sweet voice.
It was Lydia Smith. Joyce coldly swept a glance at Lydia.“ Are you blind? Which eye of yours saw us making out?” Ian let go of Joyce at that moment and let out a cold snort.
“Who is she? Is she blind?” Lydia paused and bit her lower lip before opening the door. She was not the only one standing outside. Tristan Beckett was there as well.
The man’s tall figure completely blocked the light from outside. His aura was cold and quiet, and his dark and sullen eyes were staring straight at the pair in the lounge.
Lydia’s eyes flickered as she glanced at Ian and Joyce. She spoke in a careful voice. “I’m Lydia, Joyce’s younger cousin. I’m really sorry, Joyce. I guess I was mistaken.
I saw Second Young Master Carter taking off your clothes and assumed that…” She hesitated, putting on a pitiful expression as if she was bullied into keeping quiet.
Joyce retracted her gaze from the man beside Lydia. She looked at Lydia coldly.
“You assumed? Why would you assume such a dirty thing? It seems like you have a lot of experience when it comes to stuff like this, huh?” Joyce let out a cold laugh. Lydia’s expression instantly turned ugly.
Joyce sneered. ‘Is she trying to act innocent in front of me? Her standards are just too low!’ “Joyce, you misunderstood me. I really didn’t mean it.
I just accidentally spilled wine on Mr. Beckett and brought him up for a change of clothes. I didn’t expect you to be using this lounge…” Lydia bit her lip and glanced at Joyce aggrievedly.
Joyce shifted her gaze and saw the dark stain on Tristan’s jacket. She really did spill wine on him… However, it was impossible to tell if she did it intentionally or not. Joyce’s lips curled.
“Then it seems like we’re the ones who interrupted you. Carter, let’s leave… Unless you plan on staying back to watch the show instead?” Ian raised his brows and held out his arm, letting Joyce rest her wrist on his arm like she was a queen.
When they walked to the door, Lydia eagerly made way for them. However, Tristan continued to stand there like an unmoving mountain.
The light in his eyes was dark. He had no intention to give way. Joyce raised her eyes.
“Excuse me, Mr. ” Beckett.” “What did you mean by ‘show’?” Tristan’s voice was tinged with coldness. ‘Hah… How dare he play semantics with me? In that case, I won’t be polite.
This is my turf!’ Joyce thought. Her sarcastic smile deepened as she glanced at Lydia’s uneasy face. “It’s exactly what you think it means…
There are dozens of guests here today, but my dear cousin had a good eye and poured wine on you, Mr. Beckett, out of all people.
Who would believe that you two came to the lounge together if not for the ‘show that’ll follow?” Tristan’s expression darkened. His gaze was like ice and his face was tense.
It was extremely unpleasant. Lydia naturally would not admit that her thoughts were exposed.
She looked at Tristan in panic. “Of course not. I didn’t do it on purpose!” Her eyes reddened in anxiousness. She looked so pitiful.
“Joyce, I know that you don’t like me, but you don’t have to humiliate me like this, right?” Joyce laughed.
“Humiliate you? Is there a need for other people to do that for you?” What she meant was that Lydia was already inherently unclean.
Joyce could not be bothered with Lydia anymore. ‘What a waste of time!’ She walked away.
Tristan stood where he was. His lips pressed into a taut line. His expression was dark, and his brows were furrowed.
Joyce approached him and smelled the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the smell of alcohol.
His body was surrounded by a cold and austere aura. He still did not move.
Joyce reached out and touched the soiled part of his chest, raising her brows slightly The distance between the two of them was extremely close. They were so close that Joyce could hear his heartbeat.
Her lips curled into a smile and her eyes curved charmingly as she looked up at him with a cold and noble look.
“Mr. Beckett, hurry up and get changed then…’ ) Her tone was suggestive. Tristan’s gaze was cold. All of a sudden, he grabbed Joyce’s hand. a Before she had the chance to resist, she was pushed into the adjacent room.
“Bam” The door slammed shut. Joyce was pushed to the wall and a hand propped up next to her. His scent enveloped her.
She struggled for a few seconds, then frowned and raised her eyes to glare at him.
Her voice was extremely cold. “Mr. Beckett, what’s the meaning of this?” This intimate action and close distance made Joyce extremely uncomfortable.
She was no longer the Joyce Powell from three years ago who would swoon and be enchanted with just a gentle glance from Tristan.
This atmosphere made Joyce feel like she was no longer in control…
Tristan’s face was cold and expressionless. His gaze was firmly fixed on Joyce’s face. “It’s so you can see for yourself that the show’ you expected won’t happen.”
” There was a hint of anger suppressed in his voice, but it was more of a sullen coldness. He looked at her with an expressionless face and withdrew his arm.