Ellison And Joycelyn: A Love Beyond The Rules

Chapter 215

“Joycelyn…” Sandra skipped over to Joycelyn, playfully bumping her with her hip.

“I’m eating cake,” Joycelyn murmured. She hesitated, reluctant to part with the cake, but didn’t want to make him wait too long, feeling it would come across as overly standoffish.

“I’ll hold it for you,” Sandra said, taking the cake she had just handed over and holding it again.

Joycelyn’s hands were free, and she absently brushed her fingers before gently placing them into his waiting palm.

Ellison gently led her to the center of the dance floor.

The ballroom around them glittered like a palace, with chandeliers sparkling overhead and ornate paintings adorning the walls, filling the space with romance and luxury.

Ellison held her tiny hand in one of his while his other hand rested gently on her waist.

“Place your hand on my shoulder,” Ellison instructed, his gaze soft but noting the slight unease in her expression.

“Alright,” Joycelyn replied, lifting her hand to rest on his shoulder.

“But I don’t know how to dance,” Joycelyn murmured, her eyes drifting to the couples gliding effortlessly across the floor, their waltz graceful and light, full of ease and elegance. She thought, ‘It’s beautiful to watch, but dancing myself… I’m worried I’ll make a fool of myself.

“It’s okay, I’ll teach you,” Ellison reassured her, pulling Joycelyn closer as his hand tightened slightly around her waist.

“Why do we need to be so close? Don’t you usually keep some space in a waltz?” Joycelyn asked, feeling herself drawn in even closer, her heel accidentally stepping on his polished shoe.

“It doesn’t look as good from far away,” Ellison said, offering a reason she couldn’t argue with.

As the second song began to play, Ellison’s dark eyes softened. He gazed at Joycelyn with deep focus as if he were taking in every part of her with tender admiration.

“Alright, let’s start. Left foot, two steps forward,” Ellison’s clear voice cut through the lively music, landing softly in Joycelyn’s heart.

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Joycelyn looked up into his deep, dark eyes, feeling a calm warmth in his gentle yet reassuring gaze.

Following his instructions, she took two steps forward, but her stride was too long. She accidentally stepped on his foot and tumbled right into his arms off balance. Joycelyn thought, ‘Oh no, this is so embarrassing.

a wave of frustration and almost wanted to back out. “I’m so sorry,” she murmured.

He spoke gently, offering her reassurance. “Relax, don’t worry.

but his words slowly helped her calm down.

voice calm and deep, with none of it could have had. It

arshness

shot puzzled looks, he paid them no mind, focused solely on guiding Joycelyn through the dance. Despite being stepped on several times, he just smiled,

of the Grant Group as a ruthless, cold–hearted tyrant, but seeing him

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think he was much

a bit out of sync, she gradually grew more confident, following his lead

crowd around the dance floor began to slow down, gathering along the edges, their eyes fixed on

her. Her elegance, even with the occasional misstep, made her look ethereal, like the glow of clouds at sunset–graceful, effortless, and

together, dressed in matching shades of black, the image of a handsome

couple in the center of the room with a cold, detached expression. “Ellen, what do you think Isolde meant by calling

thinking? I’d guess she wants to protect her. After all, the

in public like this? It’s all so strange. Look at Ellison, and his attention is entirely on her.

tell what’s true and what’s not?” Mrs. Willows replied, admiration for Isolde clear in her voice. “If anyone could

of Mrs. Grant of the Grant family–whether she was a benefactor or Mrs. Grant–no one

say

for

if her biological mother were a cleaner, everyone would still treat her like royalty.

recorded a short video and snapped several photos. As she put her phone

in the bustling, extravagant ballroom. His presence, serene and untouched by the surrounding luxury, felt like it belonged to an entirely different

phone away, jogging over to intercept

stopped and looked down at the quirky young woman standing in his path. When he saw her large, bright eyes peeking out from beneath her bangs, something in him stirred–a sense of familiarity he couldn’t

I help you?”

I’m still worried. Can you check on

dark gaze remained steady, as deep and infinite as the night sky. After a

Sandra motioned, signaling for him to follow her.

seated not far

Kingston over, and Luna, still a bit confused, asked,

another look at your