#Chapter 147: Hazy Memories

Ella POV "Wake up, lovebirds! It's nearly noon!" The sound of Christopher Slater's voice shattered the comfortable silence. I jolted awake, but I didn’t get far—wrapped securely in a warm, firm embrace. Blinking the sleep from my eyes, I found Alexander’s face less than an inch from my own, his bright eyes already open and watching me. He held me close, not even turning his head toward Slater, who had just barged into the room. "Do you have no sense of propriety?" Alexander asked sharply, his voice low and tinged with irritation. "I’m so sorry. Of course, I should have expected you to be indecent the morning after your wedding," Slater replied, his tone dripping with amusement and not an ounce of remorse. "But your car is waiting. This isn’t actually a hotel, you know." "Obviously not," Alexander shot back. "Hotel staff would knock." "I’m not accustomed to knocking on doors in my own home," Slater quipped. "Now, do you need help packing?" "We