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.

his

fe for you to drive, the

warning, Ellison left for the parking lo

like an avenging

wind battered Joycelyn’s small frame beneath the bus shelter, She clung to

of missing Ellison kept her rooted despite the need for better shelter. Rain haguered the roof like buckshot while trees thrashed in the gale.

was about to find another shelter, headlights pierced the darkness and a black car approached through the pouring rain..

out, ignoring the storm’s fury.

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before him–lost, hurt like an abandoned kitten

simply, taking her suitcase,

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through chaos. Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks I thought you weren’t coming,” she whispered, swollen eyes meeting

sparked something warm in her chest, like dawn breaking through

he took

stared at his sharp profile, finding

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

his sharp flinch and heard his

asked, voice tight with worry.

Ignoring his injured arm, he guided her to

to the bone. The

injured. Let me look at your arm, she insisted, remembering the metallic crash.

he said curtly without much explanation.

Joycelyn gripping her seatbelt like a lifeline. Forty

He lifted her damaged suitcase with his good

came congested from the cold. “Shouldn’t we discuss terms?” She stood by the car door, her reddened

him with uncertainty,

eyes