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”

and sofa, far nicer than her small room at home. Clean and bright, it was several times larger than her

it felt so heavy–the broken case had let water seep

looking at her suitcase.

“Yeah, I’ll use a hairdryer

get you something to wear,” he said and left

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

no hot water or shower gel here,” he said.

swollen eyes

at her and scooping up everything from the suitcase. The strength difference between them was stark–she had struggled

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flushed deeper. Holding the black shirt, she hesitated but remembered his gentlemanly

misjudged how men could be. Or perhaps Ellison misjudged

in the washing machine along with his shirt. Returning, he saw her cautiously moving toward his room. His

good, she thought. His bedroom alone was as big as a three- bedroom apartment. Unsure where the

from behind. As she pushed open the bathroom door, he wrapped an arm around her waist, lifting her

with a soft click. She stood there wet and

are you doing?” she stammered.

now shirtless,

avoid catching a cold, we’ll shower together,” he said calmly, making her