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

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

Ellison left for the parking

Maybach cut through the storm like an avenging angel driving toward

frame beneath the bus shelter, She clung to her

need for better shelter. Rain haguered the roof

shelter, headlights pierced the darkness and a black car approached through the

ignoring the storm’s fury. Rain instantly plastered his

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

he said simply, taking her

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I thought you

dawn breaking through the endless night. Her tears of desperation turned to relief,

took her icy hand. “Inside. Now”

profile, finding unexpected comfort

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

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

asked, voice tight with worry.

Ignoring his injured arm,

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

at your arm, she insisted, remembering

curtly without much explanation.

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

He lifted her damaged suitcase with his good arm

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

him with uncertainty,

eyes