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”

broken wheel into the guest room. The space boasted a new bed and sofa, far nicer than her small room at home. Clean and bright,

heavy–the broken case had let water seep in. All her

asked, looking at

“Yeah, I’ll

something to wear,” he said and left the

racing. Her skin felt hot enough to dry her wet clothes by body heat alone. As

bathroom. There’s no hot water or

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

scooping

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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,

Or perhaps

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

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

door, he wrapped an

a soft click. She stood there wet and sticky, looking up at him in shock.

what are you doing?” she stammered.

shirtless, standing

cold, we’ll shower together,” he said calmly, making her blush deeply.