Ellison And Joycelyn: A Love Beyond The Rules

It had been a long time since they’d all been together, so the atmosphere of the dinner was relaxed.

When Ellison got home. William brought the gifts from his friends down to the living room

Joycelyn, just coming down the stairs with a glass of water, saw Ellison, who was a little tipsy. His usually stern face had a faint blush.

He sank into the sofa, leaning back and closing his eyes to rest.

“Mr. Grant, are you drunk?” Joycelyn asked, walking over with a glass of warm water.

William, having placed all the gifts down, stood up and replied, “Mr. Grant had a few drinks with friends today. He might be a little tipsy. Thank you for taking care of him, Mrs. Grant.”

“Oh, no problem. Do you want me to help him upstairs to rest?” Joycelyn asked.

It was almost nine o’clock, and Ellison’s body clock was usually set for a 9:30 bedtime.

“I’m not drunk,” Ellison opened his eyes, his deep gaze meeting hers

His voice, husky from the alcohol, was low and magnetic, a stark contrast to his usual authoritative tone, now laced with a lazy, carefree edge. It was hard to tell if he was truly drunk.

William didn’t want to intrude further, so he left after giving them a few simple reminders.

Joycelyn stood beside Ellison, holding the water cup, looking at his handsome face. She sat down next to him and handed him the water, saying, “Drink some water. Would you like me to make you some hangover soup?”

“No need,” Ellison took her soft, small hand into his, his voice low and dark as he said, “Joycelyn.”

“Mmm,” Joycelyn replied softly, feeling his warm hand envelop hers. The heat from his hand made her feel a bit flustered, and she could feel sweat starting to form in her palm from the warmth.

“You’re concerned about me?” Ellison’s gaze was intense as he looked at her.

His eyes deepened with meaning, and even just locking eyes with him for a moment made her heart skip a beat.

Joycelyn’s eyelashes fluttered, and she nodded. ‘Mm, drinking isn’t good for your health.”

“That sounds so dismissive,” Ellison released her hand and closed his eyes again.

He lay there silently, making Joycelyn unsure of what to do next.

“Why dismissive?” she asked.

“My grandmother always said that eyes don’t lie. True concern is gentle, Ellison’s voice was deep and rich, and it sent a strange tightness to Joycelyn’s chest.

to respond and

a pause, Ellison spoke again, “You’re just

eyes filled with confusion.

if he was suddenly so melancholic.

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Chapter 45

from your friends?”

expensive. There were bottles of wine and golf

caught her eye–it was from Rolex, and

resembled the limited edition watch she’d seen today at the

gave a nonchalant “Mm–hmm” in response.

Joycelyn couldn’t help but ask out of

ahead,” Ellison said

water down and picked up the Rolex box. She opened it, and as expected, it was

say anything. She closed the

million dollars, was far beyond the

lying down for a while, Ellison sat up and said, “Tomorrow night,

replied

of them exchanged a few words, their

the alcohol, Ellison’s frustration seemed to be replaced by

shower yet? Ellison asked.

turning to look at him.

she could turn to see him. Ellison leaned toward

fresh, unique fragrance enveloped her, and Joycelyn’s entire body tensed. Ellison kissed her deeply, his hands roaming as if

quickly. When their skin finally touched the air, Joycelyn, breathless, managed

on my period, she said, her voice halting

like a cold shower, instantly cooling the heat that had built up inside

and stop

him.

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expected, the interests of straight men are

about to place the order but was unsure how to fill in the delivery address. On top

utterly embarrassed.

rolling around with her phone, building up the courage. After a while, her face flushed red, and

a safe delivery

saw the message and sent