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 cacross 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 sspace 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.

A 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. Joycelyn felt a wave of frustration and almost wanted to back out. "I'm so sorry," she murmured.

"It's okay, take your time," Ellison said, not at all frustrated. He spoke gently, offering her reassurance. "Relax, don't worry. You've got this." Joycelyn had been nervous, but his words slowly helped her calm down.

"Now, step back with your right foot, then to the left," Ellison continued, his voice calm and deep, with none of it could have had. It was steady and patient, as if he were guiding a child.

arshness Even as the people around them 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, unfazed.

People often referred to Mr. Grant of the Grant Group as a ruthless, cold-hearted tyrant, but seeing him smile with such 1/3 Chapter 215 ☐72% warmth and tenderness, everyone couldn't help but think he was much kinder than they had imagined. Thankfully, Joycelyn was quick to adapt. From initially being a bit out of sync, she gradually grew more confident, following his lead and slowly becoming more comfortable with the rhythm.

The crowd around the dance floor began to slow down, gathering along the edges, their eyes fixed on the pair as they danced.

Joycelyn's movements weren't as fluid as she'd hoped, but there was a grace to her. Her elegance, even with the occasional misstep, made her look ethereal, like the glow of clouds at sunset-graceful, effortless, and refined.

With Ellison's cold, aristocratic bearing and warm, steady gaze, the two looked perfect together, dressed in matching shades of black, the image of a handscouple.

Nearby, Susan, casually swirling her champagne glass, watched the couple in the center of the room with a cold, detached expression. "Ellen, what do you think Isolde meant by calling Joycelyn a benefactor and family? What's going on with the Grant family? What's the real story?" Mrs. Willows chuckled softly. "How would I know what Isolde is thinking? I'd guess she wants to protect her. After all, the Grant family doesn't have many heirs." "Then why bring her out in public like this? It's all so strange. Look at Ellison, and his attention is entirely on her. I even overheard someone saying she's just a stand-in." "Who can tell what's true and what's not?" Mrs. Willows replied, admiration for Isolde clear in her voice. "If anyone could figure out what Isolde is thinking, the Grant family would have fallen apart long ago." As for the identity of Mrs. Grant of the Grant family-whether she was a benefactor or Mrs. Grant-no one could certain. What was clear was that the wealthy and powerful would show her respect from now on.

say for Sandra thought, 'Even if her biological mother were a cleaner, everyone would still treat her like royalty. Meanwhile, Sandra, holding her phone, recorded a short video and snapped several photos. As she put her phone away, she noticed Kingston walking out with a medical kit in hand.

His cool, detached demeanor made him stand out in the bustling, extravagant ballroom. His presence, serene and untouched by the surrounding luxury, felt like it belonged to an entirely different world.

Sandra immediately tucked her phone away, jogging over to intercept Kingston.

Kingston 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 quite place.

"Can I help you?" he asked.

"Luna twisted her ankle. Leah took her back, but I'm still worried. Can you check on her?" Sandra said, her tone a bit demanding, far from pleading.

Kingston looked down at Sandra. His dark gaze remained steady, as deep and infinite as the night sky. After a few seconds, he nodded. "Alright." "This way." Sandra motioned, signaling for him to follow her.

Luna was seated not far from Isolde.

Sandra led Kingston over, and Luna, still a bit confused, asked, “Sandra, what's going on?" "Luna, let the doctor take another look at your ankle." 120 Chapter 215 "Dr. Mason already treated me. There's no need to trouble Kingston." "I know, but it wouldn't hurt to have him check again," Sandra said, kneeling to lift Luna's ankle and gesturing for Kingston to examine it.

Kingston didn't mind at all, his professional demeanor guiding his actions as a doctor. He quickly m examined Luna's ankle for a minute or two, then gently placed her foot back down. Reaching into his medical kit, he pulled out a bottle of medicinal alcohol "This will help ease the pain. There's no damage to the bone." "Thank you, Kingston," Luna said gratefully.

"You two couldn't be more different.

Are you even siblings? One's a m perfect gentleman; the other looks like she has a hidden agenda, Sandra muttered, pouting as she stood off to the side. "Sandra," Luna said softly, a gentle reprimand in her voice, signaling for her to stop speaking out of turn.

"What's wrong with Leah?" Sandra asked, ignoring the scolding.

"What happened to Isolde? Why did she suddenly faint? Leah was helping her, and everyone thought she was Mrs Grant of the Grant family, the way she was so attentive," Luna replied. "Sandra," Luna's voice grew firmer.

The words were spoken casually, but Kingston overheard them. Though he didn't respond, they clearly stuck with him.

As he nodded and prepared to leave, Sandra tilted her head, watching his cold, distant figure. He doesn't seem like a bad guy, she thought, studying him as he walked away.

"Luna, even though Kingston seems so cold, he looks kind," Sandra said, blinking her big, round eyes and grinning mischievously.

"Sandra, do you have a crush on Kingston?" Luna teased, leaning in with a soft, affectionate smile, her eyes filled with curiosity.

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