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.

he grabbed his keys,

hurricane today. It wouldn’t be fe for you to drive, the bodyguard reported promptly, stepping

Ellison left

like an

shelter, She clung to her

despite the need for better shelter. Rain

to find another shelter, headlights pierced the darkness

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

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

said simply, taking

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through chaos. Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks I

chest, like dawn breaking through the

took her icy hand. “Inside. Now”

finding unexpected comfort in his

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

felt his sharp flinch and heard his

asked, voice tight

injured arm, he guided

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

injured. Let me look at your arm,

he said curtly without much explanation.

Joycelyn gripping her seatbelt like a lifeline. Forty minutes

her damaged suitcase with his good

cold. “Shouldn’t we discuss terms?” She stood by the

with uncertainty,

eyes