Ellison And Joycelyn: A Love Beyond The Rules

Chapter 208 Chapter 208 Just as Ellison was about to place a kiss on joycelyn's lips, the tilted her head back, her soft, pink lips puckered shyly, waiting for that sweet kiss. The atmosphere was charged, but just as the moment was about to happen, a phone rang, Joycelyn's long, fluttering eyelashes trembled, and her bashful expression shifted to one of embarrassment. She instinctively lowered her gaze, Ellison's brow furrowed, clearly displeased.

"Your phone," Joycelyn murmured, suggesting he answer the call.

"It's my break time. I'm not answering Ellison grumbled, already tilting his head towards her lips. But just as he was almost there, Joycelyn's phone rang. She jumped, quickly fumbling to find her phone in her pocke The tension of the moment was broken twice over, and Ellison's handsface twisted with barely contained frustration.

"It's Sandra," Joycelyn said.

"She'd better have a good reason for this," Ellison muttered through clenched teeth, his eyes darkening Joycelyn answered the call with a warm voice, "Sandra, what's up?" "Sandra here! Guess what? I got an awesnew car! Want to go for a spin?" Sandra's voice was bubbling with excitement, so much so that Joycelyn could almost hear the joy through the screen. "And the best part? I didn't use Ellison's money. I made Leon foot the bill! Can you believe it? He even complimented me-quick, praise me! Joycelyn saw Ellison's phone light up with an unread call from Sandra too. It seemed that Sandra couldn't keep a secret for long, especially when something exciting happened. She practically wanted to announce it to the world.

Unable to suppress a chuckle, Joycelyn could even hear Leon grumbling in the background, "Sandra, stop texting while driving! The speed limit's low, watch out for bumps!" "Shut up or I'll throw you out the window," Sandra snapped back, her tone suddenly sharp and feisty, clearly done with Leon's constant chatter.

Leon seemed to be in a world of trouble, getting roasted by his assistant and now his girlfriend.

"Sandra, slow down. You go have fun with Yunting. I'll catch up later, Joycelyn said, glancing at Ellison standing nearby, his face full of mock annoyance.

"Got it! I'll hit the highway first, then pick you up later!" Sandra hung up and immediately revved the engine toward the highway.

“Letout! I'm not going on the highway!" Leon yelled, clearly not thrilled by the speed demons around him. Sandra's sweet face curled into a sly grin as she pressed the accelerator, leaving him to scream in terror. "Toughen up, I've got your back." "Mom! Help me!" Leon's frantic voice echoed as he gripped the handlebar, clearly terrified.

Joycelyn couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it all.

"Alright, call over. You busy with work now?" Joycelyn asked, seeing Ellison had already seated himself at his desk.

When she got closer,, she noticed two wedding photos on his desk.

"These photos are gorgeous," Joycelyn said, her eyes sparkling as she picked one up.

1/4 06:53 Thu, 6 Mar Chapter 208 4073% One photo showed them sharing a sweet kiss, while the other showed her nestled in his arms, her face half- visible, with a smile she'd never seen before-so beautiful it took her breath away.

"They really are lovely," she said, setting the photo down before planting a quick kiss on Ellison's cheek. Happiness hit her like a bolt of lightning, Ellison's eyes, which had been calm and steady, seemed to light up in an instant. The composed man, usually in control, suddenly seemed to lose himself for a moment.

He swiftly jumped up from his chair, scooping her into his arms, and walked purposefully toward the rest area. "Hey?" Joycelyn gasped as she was swept off her feet like a doll, stunned for a moment. But then, she realized what he meant and started laughing.

"Mr. Grant, a one-and-a-half-hour nap isn't enough? You should probably hold off a bit longer," she teased. "I'm fine with a quick nap," Ellison chuckled, his deep voice rumbling in a way that sent shivers down her spine. His laugh was low and gravelly, the kind of sound that had an inexplicable allure-one of those voices that could make a person weak in the knees just from hearing it.

Once they reached the rest room, Ellison set her down, only to carry her into the bathroom for a quick shower. The man actually showered before a nap-Joycelyn had never seen that before. But, since she didn't have to do anything herself, she went along with it.

He was indeed one for quick naps. As they lay in bed, the warmth of the blanket wrapped around them, they discussed the evening's gala.

"You really don't have to go to this event. The Grant Group has been going through sturbulence lately. Grandma wants you to attend so she can start grooming you as her successor. Just go for now and get a feel for it. I'll join you after I finish up," Ellison said, propped up on his side, his fingers idly combing through Joycelyn's soft hair.

Hearing Grandma's intentions, Joycelyn pulled her head back from his chest and said, “Me? I'm not sure I'm cut out for that. I used to be socially awkward." She shook her head, doubting herself. Her real concern was Grandma's health-she wanted to be there for her. "Joycelyn, you need to believe in yourself," Ellison said, his voice tender.

"With you and Isolde around, I just want to take it easy," Joycelyn murmured, nuzzling against his chest. "It's alright. Just think of it as practice. Grandma and I will always be there to support you," Ellison said, kissing the top of her head.

Joycelyn raised an eyebrow, sensing something deeper in his words. "Has something happened...?" The Grant family had always been powerful, relying on Isolde for the past twenty years. But now, with her aging, all of that responsibility had fallen on Ellison's shoulders.

"If the pressure gets too much for you, tell me. I can help carry it with you," Joycelyn offered.

Ellison sighed and settled back down, pulling her closer. "I'll take a nap for a bit." Joycelyn curled up quietly in his arms like a contented little kitten.

As she lay there, she pulled out her phone and searched "how to be a high-society wife." 2/4 Chapter 208 ☐ She rolled through articles abox having children every few years and the complexities of social expectations, and found herself wnnewht bewildered Maybe it would be easier to just experience the gala tonight and see it for herself.

A 2:00 PM. Ellison woke up right on time.

By contrast, Joycelyn was will peacefully asleep He quietly checked his phone, sending a message to William to have her dress brought to the room.

By 5:00 PM, Joycelyn finally woke up, realizing she'd slept longer than expected.

The spacious room felt so secluded, like a private sanctuary, it was easy to lose track of time.

She got up, spotted the little black dress waiting for her, and changed into it. When she finished, she snuck a peek outside the door One side of the door had a sense of serenity, while the other was stern and businesslike.

Ellison seemed to be in the middle of a video conference, speaking in a foreign language Joycelyn didn't understand.

Seeing her peek through, he immediately turned off the camera and motioned for her to cover.

The moment she stepped out, his her.

attention shifted entirely to her. His eyes, once focused on the meeting, were now filled with nothing but her.

Her hair cascaded over her chest, and the sleek black dress she wore highlighted her flawless skin,O M radiating elegance and poise. She didn't wear dark colors often, but it suited her in a way that made her look even more stunning. Just as Joycelyn was about to walk toward Ellison, they heard Sandra's voice from outside. “Ellison, I'm here. Open the door!" She was knocking on the heavy, bulletproof door with enough force to leave dents in it.

"Oops!" Sandra quickly stopped, embarrassed.

The door opened, and Joycelyn saw the young woman in a beautiful traditional Chinese dress. "Ready to go?" Sandra asked.

"Yep, both grandmas are already here. Let's go!" Sandra grabbed m Joycelyn by the hand the hand and waved at Ellison inside the office. “Ellison, we're off!" Joycelyn was holding her phone, caught off guard as Sandra tugged her out the door.

"Careful, don't break Joycelyn, Ellison called, quickly getting up to walk over to the door.

"Got it!" Sandra said, letting go of Joycelyn.

Once the two girls were in the elevator, Ellison returned to his office. His eyes briefly landed on the door, noticing the dent.

"Joycelyn, this is my first tactually looking forward to a gala. Are you excited?" Sandra asked, grinning.

"Why? Haven't you been to one before?"