Spoiled by the President novel Chapter 596

Joel turned on the lamp at the entrance and helped her change her shoes before carrying her inside.

After a while, Lucy had sobered up a little from the alcohol.

She looked at the strange environment and asked in a daze, “Where is this?”

Joel replied expressionlessly, “Your home.”

“My home?”

Lucy revealed a surprised expression.

The next moment, she suddenly realized that she was not being held by Carina but by a man.

The man in front of her was extremely handsome and had really pretty eyes. Why did he look so familiar?

She looked at him in confusion and suddenly reached out to pinch his face.

Huh? Wait!

She had been drinking. How did she suddenly end up here?

Where was this place?

Also, who was this man? Why did he look so much like Joel Foster?

Lucy’s face scrunched up at the thought of that man.

She pinched his face, then his straight nose, and snorted a laugh. “Do you think I’ll believe you just because you look like Joel?

“Hah! You said this is my home? Bah! Wouldn’t I know what my own home looks like? You need to work on your lying skills, okay? Do you think I’m that easy to fool?”

Lucy planted one hand on her hip while her other hand kept poking his chest.

Her little face was slightly puckered as if saying something.

‘I’ve seen everything. You’re a hundred years too young to cheat me.’

Joel frowned, not understanding where she learned to be this huffy.

At this point, he did not bother to argue with her and pointed to the bathroom upstairs instead. “Do you want me to help wash you or do you want to do it yourself?”

Lucy looked at the direction of his finger in confusion.

Then, she asked the most inappropriate question she could have asked.

“Wash what?”

Joel smiled faintly.

The smile was somewhat cold and seemed slightly wicked.

He slowly unbuttoned his jacket and took off his suit.

The corners of his mouth hooked up and he laughed slowly. “It seems like you need me to wash you.”

Lucy was dazed for a moment but before she could react, her vision suddenly spun as she was picked up toward the bathroom upstairs.

A minute later, the shrill sound of a woman screaming sounded.

“Ahhh! Joel Foster! You scoundrel!”

“Did you just say you don’t know me earlier? Do you recognize me now?”

“Sob sob… I’m drowning, save me.”

The sound of water splashing came intermittently. Finally, the man grabbed her by the chin and said, “Look closely. Who am I?”

Lucy’s eyes were red from choking on water. She looked at him pitifully.

Deflated and reluctant, she answered, “Joel Foster.”

“I’m your man, remember?”

Lucy was about to cry.

However, she still nodded obediently. “Yes.”

“Good girl.”

The next morning.

Lucy was woken up by the pain in her body.

She frowned and sat up while rubbing her neck.

All she saw around her was an unfamiliar room, luxuriously decorated in light warm colors. Both the decoration and furnishing were carefully and beautifully designed in a girlish style.