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”

bed and sofa, far nicer than her small

suitcase, she froze. No wonder it felt so heavy–the broken case had let water seep in. All her clothes

wet?” he asked, looking at

in frustration. “Yeah, I’ll use a

you something to wear,” he said

enough to dry her wet clothes by body heat alone. As she

my bathroom. There’s no hot water

black shirt, lifting her wet face to reveal red, swollen eyes filled with

and scooping up everything from the suitcase. The strength difference between

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

could be. Or perhaps Ellison misjudged his own

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

the master bedroom 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

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

with a soft click. She stood there wet and

what are you doing?” she stammered.

composed man was now shirtless, standing in the bathroom

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