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

hurricane today. It wouldn’t be fe for you to drive, the bodyguard reported promptly, stepping forward as he saw Ellison preparing to leave.

warning, Ellison left for the

Maybach cut through the storm like an avenging angel

the bus shelter, She clung to her

for better shelter. Rain haguered the roof like buckshot

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

Ellison stepped out, ignoring the

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

said simply, taking her

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cut through chaos. Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks I thought you

had left 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

state, he took

sharp profile, finding unexpected comfort in his

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

shield, steady and immovable. She felt his sharp flinch and heard his

hurt?” she asked, voice

his injured arm, he guided her

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

look at your arm, she insisted,

said curtly without much explanation.

tense silence, Joycelyn gripping her seatbelt like a lifeline. Forty minutes

damaged suitcase

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

with

eyes