Ellison And Joycelyn: A Love Beyond The Rules

Chapter 140

Chapter 140

“We’re about to dock. Finish up, and we’ll head down,” Joycelyn called out as she came back inside.

She started tidying up and gathering her things, leaving Ellison to his meal.

“Don’t rush,” he said, not bothering to move.

“Take your time. I’m not exactly quick at packing anyway,” she sal, folding clothes efficiently as she worked.

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Her hands worked quickly, sorting everything with practiced ease. Even without ironing, she folded shirts so neatly they could’ve come straight from a store display,

The movements were so smooth and precise, it was the kind of thing that could satisfy anyone with a touch of OCD.

Ellison watched her for a moment before commenting. You’re pretty good at that

“I used to work retail during summer breaks. I folded shirts all day,” she said with a proud little smile, stacking the folded pile to the side.

Folding Ellison’s clothes, though, felt oddly different. It wasn’t just a chore; it gave her a sense of belonging.

It was like her life had quietly settled into this new rhythm as a wife, one she hadn’t expected but somehow felt right.

Joycelyn shook her head to snap herself out of the thought.

“Why are you shaking your head? What’s going on in there?” Ellison asked, his curiosity piqued as he polished off his meal.

“Nothing you’d get,” she shot back with a playful pour.

Ellison raised an eyebrow and took a final sip of his drink before strolling over to her.

“So, who used to handle all your clothes? William?” she asked, glancing up at him.

“At the office, yeah. At home, the housekeeper,” he replied with a shrug.

“And who does the washing?” she pressed, her brows furrowing in curiosity.

There wasn’t a maid around, and the butler rarely showed up. The guy was practically a mystery.

He smirked. “No one. I never wear anything twice.”

Joycelyn stared at him, momentarily speechless.

on, I’ll wash and iron everything. Save you some money,”

huh?” Ellison’s eyes sparkled.

you’d have spent on new clothes,” she added with a

flicked her forehead lightly. “Greedy

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back to Lucy’s advice, “If you were going to stick with a man, you’d better know what you

of it.

this case, settling for

up the

grabbed the handle from her without waiting for a reply.

used to lifting a finger, he seemed pretty

only are you drop–dead handsome, but you’re thoughtful too. I think I’m falling for you all over

“Mrs. Grant, you’ve been hanging around Leon too much.

the faint smile on his lips betrayed

not so bad. Honestly, he’s kind of entertaining. Makes life a

thought of Leon’s larger–than–life personality, a mix of chaos and comedy, and shook her head. That guy really

snapping pictures of the

help but gasp at how gorgeous everything looked, her camera capturing shot after shot. Occasionally, she pointed it at Ellison, but the lens quickly shifted away,

of them on my phone. If someone found them, I’d be doomed,” she

spent together, the only photo they had was the one

a few new phones tomorrow, ones just for

off guard. “Wait,

this

take a picture,” Ellison said casually, his

smiled. Her smile was especially bright under

dual systems. You know, where different passwords open separate setups. Can I get one of those?” she asked, her

for you.” Ellison replied smoothly, his voice dripping with

that moment, everything felt light and uncomplicated, like they

and held up her phone, taking their first selfie together. The wind on the deck was wild, tossing their

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carefree, while Ellison leaned closer to

his hair across his forehead, partially covering his eyes, but it only added to his photogenic

expression softened into something warmer,

snapping the photo, Joycelyn stared at it for a while, smiling to

always avoided selfies before–too self–conscious. But now, seeing

its give and take, it was making her a better

slipping her phone back into her pocket as they stepped off

sand, a sharp voice broke through the serene beach atmosphere. “I don’t care who Ms. Wilson is, and no, I’m not taking any photos! I said I