Ellison And Joycelyn: A Love Beyond The Rules

Chapter 5

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Ellison stood by his grandmother’s hospital bed, concern crucki, his stoic mask as he watched her breathe through the Oxygen mask.

His phone’s vibration broke the sterile silence. A message lit up his screen–his eyes sharpened with recognition as he read it. He then sent a one–word response. [Yes]

The speed of his reply caught Joycelyn off guard. Wiping tears away, she typed with trembling fingers: [Could you pick me up? We need to talk.]

His terse agreement felt like salvation. Maybe a marriage of convenience wasn’t the worst option.

She had barely sent her location when her phone died, taken by either rain or drained battery.

‘If he comes, I’ll marry him,‘ she decided. If not, be it.

As Ellison moved to leave, his grandmother’s fragile grasp caugh him.

“You stubborn boy,” Isolde Grant whispered.

“I didn’t mean to worry you, Grandma. I’ve found someone–were getting married tomorrow. No more stress, okay?” His voice held rare tenderness.

Hope flickered in Isolde’s tired eyes. “Really?” She struggled to sit up.

Gently easing her back down, he tucked her blankets close. “Really, I’m going to get her now. You’ll meet her in the morning.

Rest now

“Promise you’re not lying to me

“Never.

The world knew Ellison as ruthless and driven, but for his grandmother, his patience was infinite.

briefing the nurses, he grabbed his keys,

today. It wouldn’t be fe for you to drive, the bodyguard reported promptly,

his warning, Ellison left for the parking

the storm like

Joycelyn’s small frame beneath the bus shelter, She clung to her suitcase, the tempest offering no

for better shelter.

was about to find another shelter, headlights pierced the darkness and

the storm’s fury. Rain instantly plastered

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his focus remained on the girl before him–lost, hurt like

simply, taking

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cut through chaos. Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks I

his presence sparked something warm in her chest, like dawn breaking through the endless night. Her tears of desperation turned to relief, hope

her drenched state, he took her icy hand. “Inside. Now”

stared at his sharp profile, finding unexpected comfort in his grip.

wind chose that moment to tear the bus stop sign loose, sending it hurtling toward them. In one fluid motion, he

and immovable. She felt his sharp flinch

you hurt?” she asked, voice

Ignoring his injured arm, he guided her to

to the bone. The sealed doors created their own world apart

at your arm,

first,” he said curtly without much explanation.

in tense silence, Joycelyn gripping her seatbelt like a lifeline. Forty minutes brought them to his

damaged suitcase

the cold. “Shouldn’t we discuss terms?” She stood by the car door,

with

eyes