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.

his keys, ready to head out

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

warning, Ellison left

the storm like an avenging angel driving toward

the bus shelter, She

rooted despite the need for better shelter. Rain haguered

another shelter, headlights pierced the darkness

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

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

said simply,

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

in her chest, like dawn breaking through

her drenched state, he took her icy hand.

sharp profile, finding unexpected comfort in

the bus stop sign loose, sending it hurtling toward them. In one fluid motion, he

felt his sharp flinch and heard his muffled

asked, voice tight

nothing.” Ignoring his injured arm, he guided

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

must be injured. Let me look at your

said curtly without

passed in tense silence, Joycelyn gripping her seatbelt like a lifeline. Forty minutes brought them to

damaged suitcase with his good arm

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

him with

eyes