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 going

her clear eyes filled with

drunk if he

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from your

and expensive. There were bottles of wine and golf clubs, clearly all quite

her eye–it was from Rolex, and

edition watch she’d seen today at the store, the one that the rich girl had bought.

nonchalant “Mm–hmm” in

it?” Joycelyn couldn’t help but ask

Ellison said

put her water down and picked up the Rolex box. She opened it, and as expected, it was the same watch from earlier,

a moment, but didn’t say anything. She closed the

beyond the price of the one she had bought for herself.

sat up and said, “Tomorrow night, we’re going to Grandma’s

Joycelyn replied

exchanged a few

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

taken a shower yet? Ellison asked.

turning to look at

turn to see him. Ellison leaned toward her, his

tensed. Ellison kissed her deeply, his hands roaming as if guided by instinct,

quickly. When their skin finally touched the air,

I’m on my period, she said, her voice halting

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

and stop

him.

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interests of straight men

to fill in the delivery address. On top of that, buying such intimate clothing made her nervous about it

felt utterly embarrassed.

while, her face flushed red, and with a deep breath, she squeezed

needed a safe delivery

shower, he saw the message and sent her