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.

grabbed his

you to drive, the bodyguard reported promptly, stepping forward as he

his warning, Ellison left

Maybach cut through the storm like an

shelter, She clung to her suitcase,

Ellison kept her rooted despite the need for better shelter. Rain haguered the roof like buckshot

another shelter, headlights pierced the darkness and a black

Maybach pulled up smoothly, Ellison stepped out, ignoring the storm’s fury. Rain instantly plastered his suit to his

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remained on the girl before him–lost, hurt like an abandoned kitten in the

he said simply, taking

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

breaking through the endless night. Her tears of desperation turned to relief, hope kindling in

drenched state, he took her

his sharp profile, finding

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

and immovable. She felt his sharp flinch

hurt?” she asked, voice tight

Ignoring his injured arm, he guided

to the bone. The sealed doors created their own world

me look at your arm, she insisted, remembering

first,” he said curtly without much

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

He lifted her damaged

Her voice came congested from the cold. “Shouldn’t we discuss terms?”

with

eyes