Ellison And Joycelyn: A Love Beyond The Rules

Chapter 275 Chapter 275 23) After Joycelyn finished massaging Isolde, Leah didn't forget to praise her talent, noting how quickly she learned. Seeing how soundly Isolde slept was proof that Joycelyn's technique was just as effective as Leah's.

Being able to relieve Isolde's chronic headaches gave Joycelyn a sense of accomplishment.

Leah said, "Mrs. Joycelyn Grant, if you have time, you should massage Mrs. Isolde Grant's head more often. Kingston and I developed this technique together.

"It's therapeutic and helps with her old ailments. If the medicinal pouches run out, Kingston will send more over. "Alright." Joycelyn took the handkerchief from Luna, wiped her hands, then walked over to the rosewood cabbehind her. She picked up her wedding ring and slipped it back on.

"I didn't expect you to be so understated, wearing only a classic wedding ring," Leah said as she stood beside Joycelyn, slipping on the identical ring that wasn't originally hers.

A wave of happiness washed over her as if Ellison himself had placed the ring on her finger.

"He bought it for me. I think it's nice," Joycelyn replied, glancing at Leah, only to find her staring dazedly at her wedding ring.

"What's wrong?" Joycelyn asked.

She lowered her gaze to the ring on her own finger. At first, she had been uncomfortable knowing she and Leah wore the sdesign. But since Leah was married, it didn't seem like a big deal. The style was popular too.

She didn't dwell on why Leah looked at her ring with such a mix of admiration and disbelief.

"Nothing, just thought it was a nice coincidence." Leah smiled gently, adjusting both rings on her fingers. "There are two young ladies with fevers and colds in the next villa. I need to check on their IV drips." "Oh? Is it serious?" Joycelyn asked.

Leah replied, "One of them suffered a severe fright and nearly drowned. She's still a bit unconscious. The other Miss Grant is doing fine." "That sounds exhausting for you, Dr. Mason," Joycelyn said softly with a polite nod.

"It's my duty." Leah packed up her medical kit. She bid farewell to Luna and left for the neighboring villa to check on Bellina and Tanya.

As she rounded the folding screen, she spotted Ellison descending the grand spiral staircase.

His impeccably tailored suit accentuated his tall, commanding frame. His gaze only added to the natural nobility of his presence, giving him an air of dominance.

He looked like a man who had stepped out of a painting.

Leah tightened her grip on her medical kit, her eyes flickering with fleeting admiration. Even from a distance, her heart couldn't help but race.

"Mr. Grant, I'll be going now," Leah said with poise, but her voice carried a trace of a bashful softness.

"Okay," Ellison responded indifferently.

1/3 +23 Chapter 275 Leah slowed her pace as she walked out of the villa.

Ellison continued down the stairs and headed straight for the side hall. When he saw Joycelyn coming out, he glanced past her to the lounge chair behind the folding screen. "Is Grandma asleep?" he asked.

Joycelyn said, “Yeah, I learned a bit of the technique from Dr. Mason. If Isolde feels unwell in the future, I can help her too." "Was it difficult?" Ellison took her hand and gently massaged it, casing any soreness from the prolonged massage.

"Not really. The technique works in combination with the herbal medicine, and it's quite effective. Isolde slept soundly." "Alright. If you're tired, go upstairs and rest. Bellina fell into the lake, and I heard Jeris about to storm over. It might get noisy." "Aren't we leaving tomorrow anyway? If she likes staying here, let her be." The vast Grant family estate had over ten villas, its grounds comparable to a palace. As beautiful as the scenery was, there were too many people, and Joycelyn didn't like dealing with them.

Ellison said, "I'll talk to Grandma and the others when we get back. I used quite a few connections while helping Sandra find her biological parents. I just reached out again, so we'll have to wait and see." Talking about the search for relatives, Joycelyn's lighthearted mood suddenly turned a bit heavy. “Let's put this matter on hold for now." "To have a daughter as smart and beautiful as you, your parents must be exceptional. Like parents, like daughter." Seeing her mood dip, Ellison mimicked her usual way of giving exaggerated compliments to cheer her up.

Joycelyn suddenly asked, "By the way, did you grow up in this estate? What did you look like as a child? Letsee." She wanted to see a mini version of Ellison. Maybe she'd get a glimpse of what their future child might look like.

At this, Ellison averted his gaze, clearly trying to change the subject. "That was over twenty years ago."

"Why are you looking outside?" Joycelyn waved a hand in front of him. "Do you havelembarrassing childhood photos, like you wearing crotchless pants?" "No, I never wore those things." His voice carried a hint of arrogance.

His cold and sharp features were tinged with defiance.

Joycelyn checked the ton her phone. "I'll ask Isolde when she wakes up. You don't get to decide." After all, every kid once wore crotchless pants. But a billionaire CEO version might be a rare find.

Joycelyn wanted to take a good look. It might even make up for her own missing childhood memories.

She only had photos of herself from the age of five or six onward. When she had asked her parents, they said the earlier ones were lost when they moved. From the looks of it, there shouldn't be any.

Joycelyn asked, "Hey, do you think people should have m e memories from when they were five or six? Why can't I remember anything before that?” "Could your age have been altered?" Ellison thought for a few seconds before speaking.

Joycelyn's face froze, her clear eyes filled with shock. "Now that you mention it, I did seem smaller than kids my age then..." back 2/3