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 keys, ready to head out

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 parking

like an

the bus shelter, She clung to her suitcase, the tempest

better shelter. Rain haguered the roof like buckshot while trees

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

ignoring the storm’s fury. Rain instantly plastered

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

in,” he said simply,

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I thought you weren’t coming,” she whispered,

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

took her

his sharp profile, finding unexpected comfort in his grip.

it hurtling toward them. In one fluid motion, he pulled her

felt his sharp flinch and

you hurt?” she asked, voice tight

Ignoring his injured arm, he guided her to safety.

the car, soaked to the

at your arm, she insisted, remembering the

curtly without much explanation.

Joycelyn gripping her seatbelt like a

lifted her damaged suitcase with his

voice came congested from the cold. “Shouldn’t we discuss terms?” She stood by the car

him with uncertainty,

eyes