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, ready to head out

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

off his warning, Ellison left for the

like an

She clung to her suitcase, the tempest offering no real

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

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

Ellison stepped out, ignoring the storm’s

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

simply, taking her suitcase,

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cheeks I thought you weren’t coming,” she whispered, swollen eyes

dawn breaking through the endless night. Her

he took her icy hand. “Inside. Now”

his sharp profile, finding

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

became her shield, steady and immovable. She felt his sharp flinch

asked, voice

Ignoring his injured arm, he

the car, soaked to the bone. The sealed doors created their own world

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

he said curtly without much explanation.

Joycelyn gripping her seatbelt like a lifeline. Forty minutes

are.” He lifted her damaged

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

with uncertainty,

eyes