Ellison And Joycelyn: A Love Beyond The Rules

Chapter 247 Chapter 247 Two days later, it was tto return to the family estate. Joycelyn woke up early that morning, having trouble sleeping due to the upcoming event.

Joycelyn tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. Ellison, who had light sleep, was disturbed by her restlessness. After several attempts of her hand moving over his abs, he finally reached over and gently held her hand. "Mrs. Grant," he said, his voice low, "If you can't sleep, how about we do something else?" After several days of taking medicine, Ellison's throat had fully recovered. However, as he had just woken up, his voice stifl carried a hint of lazy hoarseness. It sounded even more captivating, giving off a sense of restraint. Despite his voice, his actions showed no hesitation. He boldly took the lead, his hand lingering intently over Joycelyn's waist. What had been an innocent gesture on her part now sent shivers down her spine, and she could not escape the sensation Her mind was overwhelmed with a sudden flush of embarrassment. "Starting today, we must follow the proper etiquette for a week and avoid improper behavior," she said.

After all, this week included the commemoration of Ellison's great-grandfather's centennial death anniversary and the memorial days for his parents. The younger generation was expected to observe the proper customs strictly on such occasions.

Joycelyn was conservative, and there could be no deviation when propriety must be observed. She pressed her delicate hands firmly against Ellison's hand.

Ellison propped himself up, gazing at Joycelyn's beautiful face. His deep, inscrutable eyes glanced at her lightly. "What tare we returning to the estate for the offerings today?" "In the afternoon," Joycelyn replied obediently, her bright, innocent eyes blinking in the dim light.

"What tis it now?" Ellison asked, his deep voice carrying a lazy, almost intoxicating tone.

"Right now..." Joycelyn glanced outside, where the heavy curtains blocked most of the light, but she could still sense it was probably around four or five o'clock. "It should be past five." "Well, that's settled then. It's not even tyet, and our benefactors don't know anything," he said, before flipping over and pinning her down, grabbing both of her tiny hands and raising them above her head.

"I'm already scared and can't sleep, and you're still teasing me," said Joycelyn, biting him when he leaned in to kiss her.

Ellison's breath was heavy as he propped himself up with one arm, gazing down at Joycelyn beneath him. "What are you afraid of?" he asked.

"I'm afraid of the people in your family," she murmured. The Grant family had a vast and complicated network of connections, and coming from an ordinary background, she was a little intimidated by the prospect of meeting so many influential people.

Upon hearing the slight tremor in her voice, Ellison's heart ached. "Silly girl," he said softly. "In the Grant family, I call the shots. As long as anyone sees you, they must greet you respectfully. What are you afraid of?" With tears welling up in her eyes, Joycelyn pouted, her lips trembling as she started to cry. "I'm afraid of embarrassing you, and I'm afraid they'll be ruthless." Her worries, though different, weighed just as heavily on her as when she had filled out her college application years ago.

Ellison chuckled softly and gently kissed Joycelyn's cheek, his tone dripping with affection. "Don't worry, my dear. With the two most powerful figures in the Grant family backing you, what do you have to fear from those insignificant nuisances?" At the mention of it, Joycelyn recalled a humorous anecdote she had seen online. "Those nuisances are terrifying! They'd slap anyone who passes by," she said, her voice trembling slightly, on the verge of tears. She couldn't shake the feeling that 1/3 Mon, 10 Mar Chapter 247 the Grant family members were ruthless, capable of devouring someone without a trace.

73% "Your husband is a force to be reckoned with-no one would dare lay a finger on you. If they did, I'd make sure they paid dearly. There's nothing to fear,” Ellison reassured her. Despite his comforting words, Joycelyn let out a soft sob, her anxiety still lingering.

"If you're that scared, I can help you toughen up," Ellison murmured, his voice low and steady; he swallowed as he spoke.

Joycelyn sniffled softly, her interest sparked as she wondered if there was ssecret to exuding the confidence and poise expected in elite circles. "How exactly are you planning to helptoughen up?” she asked, her tone a mix of doubt and curiosity.

Ellison's lips curved into a smirk, both alluring and playful. "You take the lead," he said, his voice low and teasing. In one swift motion, he shifted onto his back, his hands firmly gripping Joycelyn's waist as he guided her to settle atop him.

Joycelyn let out a flustered gasp, her cheeks flushing crimson. "You!" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of embarrassment and exasperation. She could hardly bring herself to look at him, feeling utterly mortified.

After a restless night and an early morning that left her thoroughly exhausted, Joycelyn spent the entire car ride fast asleep as they headed to the family estate in the neighboring city.

The procession was extraordinary. Over a dozen Maybachs formed a protective escort at the front and rear, while a Rolls-Royce and an exceptionally high-end luxury van commanded attention in the middle. The sheer opulence of the scene turned heads everywhere they went, leaving bystanders utterly amazed.

The journey took roughly four hours before they arrived, nestled halfway up the mountain. Surrounded by lush hills and serene waters, the estate boasted a commanding view of the entire city. As the car cto a stop, Joycelyn stirred awake, her eyes still heavy.

She nearly gasped in awe at the grand, imposing architecture outside. However, noticing Ellison was engrossed in a phone call, she decided not to disturb him. Quietly, she stepped out of the car to take in the breathtaking surroundings. Their group had arrived early, and no one had yet cout to greet them.

"Wow, it's so beautiful," Joycelyn murmured, tilting her head back as she took the sprawling estate. The architecture, intricate details, and timeless elegance left her utterly speechless. Slowly, she turned, her eyes wide with wonder, as she absorbed the sheer grandeur of the surroundings.

Joycelyn had admired the surroundings when she reached out to touch the intricately carved stone at the entrance. Before she could make contact, an unpleasant voice snapped at her, "Don't touch!" Lily quickly walked out, initially to greet Isolde. Upon seeing Joycelyn standing at the door, she immediately becdispleased. Her tone grew cold and stern, especially since Joycelyn was about to touch the carved stone she had personally cleaned.

Joycelyn looked up and saw Lily stepping out of the doorway.

Lily stepped onto the steps, arms crossed, glaring down at Joycelyn with disdain. "So, this is how boldh you've bectouching ou family's property like nothing?" she said coldly. "You must think you're important now, coming here. Are you planning to play the servant role and enter through the back door?" Although Lily was irritated by Joycelyn's presence, she couldn't deny that if someone else were helping, she wouldn't have to serve those people herself.

Joycelyn pointed at herself in disbelief. "Me?" "Yes, you! Hurry up, the main entrance welcomes Mrs. Grant and Mr. Grant. Don't leave any marks on the carpet!" Lily descended the stairs, attempting to push Joycelyn aside.

"I'll see who dares to touch my wife!" Before Ellison exited the car, his cold voice echoed through the air.

73% Chapter 247 Lily's eyes widened in shock as she turned to look. The Rolls-Royce door swung open, and Ellison bent slightly to step out of the car. Standing tall on the carpet beside the vehicle, his long, well-built frexuded strength without being rugged.

His deep eyes were sharp, his lips thin and slightly pursed, and his chiseled features formed a face that seemed almost too perfect, like something out of a divine portrait. The intensity in Ellison's gaze as he looked at Lily was filled with an almost destructive force. "She's your wife?" Lily's hand, which was still pointing at Joycelyn, began to tremble slightly, and her voice, laced with fear, quivered as she spoke.

As if that wasn't enough, the family car slowly stopped, and Isolde stepped out. Her tone carried a m commanding authority. "Do I have a hard thearing? I could have sworn someone just mentioned they were trying to chase away my precious granddaughter-in-law!"