Ellison And Joycelyn: A Love Beyond The Rules

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

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“Well, if there’s a need, both of us should cooperate, Joycelyn marmured, her cheeks flushing pink.

“Okay, let’s go,” Ellison said, his voice steady and sure. He turned and walked toward the elevator, Joycelyn trailing behind him, her heart pounding.

As they stepped inside, Joycelyn kept her head down, her wet hair dripping onto the floor. She looked like a lost puppy. shivering and small behind his commanding presence.

Despite his expensive suit being soaked and her broken suitcasen hand, Ellison maintained an air of calm composure as if nothing could ruffle him.

Relief washed over her. He had pulled her out of despair, after all No woman could resist being cared for in her darkest moments, even if they both had their own motives.

“We’re here,” he announced as the elevator doors opened. He carried her suitcase out, glancing back at the girl, who still stood there, dazed.

“Oh,” she murmured, quickly following him.

The villa was stunning, with cool gray tones that made the space feel crisp and refreshing, much like Ellison himself. Every detail was meticulously crafted, like a piece of art. She had never entered such a beautiful, spacious home before.

“The guest room hasn’t been used. I’ll get you bedding from my foom. Go take a shower and change your clothes,” he said. handing the suitcase to her.

His every word carried the authority of a superior. His voice was cool and commanding, brooking no argument. She didn’t dare look at him, only nodding obediently. “Okay”

a new bed and sofa, far nicer than her small room at home. Clean and bright, it was several times larger than her previous space, with its own bathroom. She felt Butter of

felt so heavy–the broken case had let water seep in. All her clothes were soaked. She

asked, looking at her suitcase.

frustration. “Yeah, I’ll use

wear,” he said

on the floor, watching his soaked pant legs, her heart racing. Her skin felt hot enough to dry her wet clothes by body heat alone. As she gathered her clothes to wash, he returned with a black shirt.

bathroom. There’s no hot water or shower gel

shirt, lifting her wet face to reveal red, swollen eyes filled with timidity. She stood

clothes,” he said, tossing the shirt at her and scooping up everything from the

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face flushed deeper. Holding the black shirt, she hesitated but remembered his gentlemanly behavior. “We’re not even officially married yet, she thought. He

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Returning, he saw her cautiously moving toward his room. His clear eyes narrowed slightly.

bedroom in amazement. ‘Moncy sure is good, she thought. His bedroom alone was as big as a three- bedroom apartment. Unsure

pushed open the bathroom door, he wrapped an arm around her

soft click. She stood there wet and sticky,

you doing?” she

was now shirtless, standing in the bathroom with her.

cold, we’ll shower together,” he said