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.

nurses, he grabbed his keys,

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

off his warning, Ellison left for the parking lo

like an avenging angel

beneath the bus shelter, She clung to her suitcase, the tempest offering no real protection.

for better shelter. Rain haguered the roof like

her bones and she was about to find another shelter, headlights pierced the darkness and a

up smoothly, Ellison stepped out, ignoring the storm’s fury. Rain

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on the girl before him–lost, hurt

simply, taking

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her cheeks I

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

took

at his sharp profile, finding unexpected comfort

sign loose, sending it hurtling toward them. In one fluid motion, he pulled her against his

She felt his sharp flinch and heard

asked, voice tight with

his injured arm, he guided her to

suitcase away, he climbed into the car, soaked to the bone. The sealed doors created

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

first,” he said curtly

Joycelyn gripping her seatbelt like a lifeline. Forty minutes brought

her damaged suitcase with his good

we discuss terms?” She stood by the

him with

eyes