Ellison And Joycelyn: A Love Beyond The Rules

Chapter 253 Chapter 253 Ellison heard Isolde's words and gently patted Joycelyn's back, reassuring her, "I'll go downstairs for a moment. Sandra will cup to stay with you, so there's nothing to worry about." "Alright," Joycelyn responded softly, though she had no intention of letting go of him. "Close all the windows. I heard it can crawl up walls.” Her face was buried in Ellison's neck, and despite his warmth, she felt an overwhelming chill run through her.

The windows were intricately carved and open from the day before, when she had been enjoying the view and forgotten about her childhood memories of living in the countryside, where frightening little creatures often found their way into the house. Behind the villa was a vast forest, and she imagined there could be even more lurking there.

"Alright." Ellison carefully cradled Joycelyn in one arm, walked over to the bed, and closed the windows. "The house is equipped with a system to repel reptiles and insects, managed by specialists daily. The plants downstairs are mostly insect- repellent too. By all accounts, even a mosquito, let alone a snake, can't get in." Ellison carried Joycelyn through the room, checking as he walked, waiting for Sandra to cup. "Then..." Joycelyn lifted her pale, soft face from his neck. Her previously terrified eyes suddenly sharpened. "Was it intentional?" Joycelyn remembered last night when she had eagerly asked him about the gossip surrounding the wealthy families. It was like something straight out of a series, even more tic than the most thrilling episodes.

"Could it be aimed at me? No way," Joycelyn muttered, her face puffing up in worry.

Her mother-in-law had passed away early, and Isolde was very kind to her. There were no issues in her marriage. "Could it be that I had to face troublesrelatives?' she thought. Thinking back to yesterday, everyone had been friendly toward her, showering her with compliments- it had only been one night. "They wouldn't dare." Ellison's voice was low and cold, carrying his unmistakable authority.

Hearing his words, she felt protected immediately, replacing the panic she had felt earlier. "You're so good to me, my hubby." Joycelyn cupped Ellison's handsface and kissed him gently.

Ellison lowered his gaze, studying the mischievous woman in his arms, and snorted. "With that face of yours, it's always 'hubby' when there's something, and 'Mr. Grant' when there's nothing. I see through you now." Joycelyn didn't argue. It wasn't about being new-what mattered was that it worked. After all, he liked it this way. "Ellison, I'm here. Can I cin? I hope I'm not interrupting anything," Sandra called out, knocking on the door with her high-pitched voice.

Ellison opened the door and, as he did, gently set Joycelyn down. "I'll let you spend stwith Joycelyn. I'm going downstairs to check on something." "Alright!" Sandra stepped aside and made a playful gesture, inviting him with a tic bow.

Once Ellison left, Sandra immediately playfully acted like a child, hugging Joycelyn and snuggling up to her. "Joycelyn, you smell so good!" Joycelyn had been tense with fear, but when she heard those words, she couldn't help but laugh. 'What a wild thing to say, she thought.

"Are you afraid of snakes?" Joycelyn asked. "I heard there's one outside. Let's go to the balcony and check it out." "Alright, let's go take a look.” Sandra wrapped her arm around Joycelyn's, and they cautiously peeked down from the balcony to observe what was happening outside. Joycelyn hid behind Sandra as they cautiously moved to the eaves.

They had a clear view of most of the mansion from the second-floor height. In the distance, aside from the scenery, 1/2 Mon, Chapter 253 Joycelyn could see a group of Grant family members gathered, along with many bodyguards who appeared from nowhere The atmosphere that morning felt tense and heavy.

"What's going on? These filthy things never make their way into our home. How could this happen?" An older woman's voice sounded, filled with disbelief and confusion.

"And they're all dead, all of them, overnight. Isn't that bad luck?" Another young woman spoke up, her voice laced with concern.

"How can you speak like that? These snakes were once considered sacred; how can you call them filthy? It's just that they all died here in one night, which is indeed strange. The voice was familiar to Joycelyn-it belonged to Averi "Oh no, all the flowers in the garden have withered!" A hurried voice interrupted the ongoing discussion downstairs.

"Ah!" A chorus of gasps erupted from the crowd.

"Mom, I've heard an old rumor that when Ellison and his father were born, all the flowers bloomed overnight, or there were signs of blessings, with radiant rays lighting the sky. They were both exceptional leaders of the Grant family, so our family has thrived and maintained its legacy.

"But now, with all these strange occurrences happening, could it mean we're headed for disaster? Averi's daughter, Sibyl spoke in a somber tone.

Her words made everyone present pause and reflect. "Now that you mention it, it's strange. Everything seemed fine yesterday, but t but today, all of this happens. Could we've angered the late Mr. Grant, causing him to be displeased?" A middle-aged man standing beside Sibyl spoke with a hint of suspicion. The matter concerned the family's prosperity, so everyone was deeply concerned and attentive.

"Yesterday, it was the first tMrs. Grant entered the door and joined the cremony," Sibyl said casually, but her voice trailed off abruptly. It felt like it wasn't meant to be said, but it was already too late.

"Enough!" Averi snapped lightly, clearly displeased. Sibyl, chastised by her mother, felt embarrassed, but she said nothing further.

"Just a few dead snakes and a garden full of withered flowers, and you want to blmy wife for bad e omens? The past is gone, yet we still play these petty games?" Ellison's voice, deep and straightforward, carried an unmistakable tension. At the sound of his voice, everyone felt a jolt in their hearts and turned to look. Ellison, dressed in simple black loungewear, stood nearly six feet tall. His imposing presence amplified the authority he exuded without a single word of anger.

He strolled, his gaze sweeping over the crowd at the garden entrance. His handsface was frozen in an icy expression emanating such a chill that it seemed capable of freezing the air around him. His deep eyes hid ensinate anicy an unyielding sharpness, as cold and merciless. Yet, every word he spoke was filled with an undeniable protectiveness for Joycelyn, leaving no room for any challenge.

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