Ellison And Joycelyn: A Love Beyond The Rules

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Chapter 39

Joycelyn’s cheeks were burning as she stammered, “It’s clearly you!” She couldn't bring herself to finish the

sentence and quickly fell silent.

Ellison's voice was low and calm. “What about me?”

Joycelyn wanted to say it was because he was too domineering, too demanding. But those words, she only dared

to think in her head, never to speak aloud.

“It's fine. I'll just drink it,” Joycelyn said, her face flushed. She tried to sound nonchalant, though she desperately

wished the could bury her face in the soup bowl and gulp it down like water.

“I'm done.” Joycelyn said, wiping her lips with a tissue. “Now, shall we get to the work report?”

“Sure,” Ellison replied.

Joycelyn immediately stood up to get the report. Ellison ate his lunch at a leisurely pace, while she sat across

from him, earnestly going over the details of her work.

As she spoke, Ellison listened intently, occasionally asking a question or two. By the the finished his meal,

she had wrapped up her report.

That's everything. If there's nothing else, may | go rest now?” Joycelyn held her folder tightly, her desire to leave

written all over her face.

“Go ahead,” Ellison said, wiping his mouth with a napkin. His eyes lingered on her hand, where the ring sparkled

on her slender finger.

Joycelyn stood up and was about to leave when something seemed to occur to her. She turned back around, her

face serious and looked at Ellison.

“Mr. Grant, | heard this ring costs tens of thousands of dollars. It feels too flashy for me. | was thinking of

swapping it for a similar, more affordable one. Is that alright?”

A ring worth over 20 thousand dollars seemed completely out of place on her hand, especially for someone like

her, from an ordinary background.

“Is 20 thousand dollars really that much?” Ellison asked, his tone casual, almost indifferent, leaving Joycelyn

momentarily speechless.

A brief shadow passed over her gentle, thoughtful eyes, but she quickly explained. “To you, it might be nothing.

But for me, it’s a lot-it’s almost a whole year’s salary, | can't afford it, and | certainly can’t pay it back.”

“I never asked you to pay it back,” Ellison replied, his eyes narrowing slightly, his gaze settling on her with quiet

intensity,

In that brief moment when his cold, steady eyes met hers, Joycelyn felt a sudden sense of urgency rise in her

chest.

His silent, commanding presence made her feel a little breathless. He looked so composed, yet when his aura

shifted, there was a sharpness to him-like a hawk’s piercing gaze-that almost felt suffocating.

“I know you don’t care about these things,” Joycelyn hurried to explain. Her voice grew softer, and a slight

tremor crept into her tone. “It’s just... | don’t feel right accepting it. And... | don’t want to get used to relying on

things | haven't earned.”

She spoke gently and patiently, her words almost a plea. “I just want us to live according to our own means. Is

that okay?”

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Ellison didn’t respond right away. He simply watched her in silence, his expression unreadable, his dark eyes

calm and steady. The bright midday sun streamed through the windows, casting a soft glow on his chiseled

features that offered no hint of what he might be thinking.

Joycelyn swallowed, a wave of anxiety flooding over her. She wasn’t sure if her words had upset him. After all,

Ellison was like a prince, and probably very few people dared to speak to him the way she had

As Joycelyn thought about it, she couldn't help but feel a little regretful. Just as she was starting to feel uneasy,

Ellison spoke up. “Got it.”

“What?” Joycelyn froze for a second, her clear eyes flickering with uncertainty. “Thank you for understanding, Mr.

Grant.”

Clutching her folder, she couldn't stop herself from giving him a quick bow.

* was left speechless. Before he could say anything else, Joycelyn quickly grabbed her folder and hurried out of

the

roon

She kept her head down, walking briskly as if something was chasing her, only letting out a relieved sigh once

she was safely in the elevator. She thought, “That was close! His angry expression is really intimidating.”

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Joycelyn took a deep breath, her hand pressed to her chest as she tried to calm her racing heart. Her legs felt

weak, like they might give out any moment.

Thinking back over the past few days, she'd seen Ellison's more domineering and calculating side, as well as his

cool, aloof demeanor. But this-his silent pressure was something new. She had almost been scared into running

away earlier.

“Ugh...” Joycelyn exhaled deeply, trying to compose herself. Once she exited the elevator, she put on a calm

front as she walked toward her desk.

“How did it go, Joycelyn? Is Mr. Grant satisfied?” As soon as she sat down, Aurelia cup from downstairs,

looking at her with a mix of curiosity and concern.

Selene and the others, who hadn't been napping either, were all watching her closely. After all, this was a direct

report to Ellison-something most people would never get the chance to do. Everyone was dying to know how it

went.

“Yeah.” Joycelyn nodded, her hand trembling slightly as she picked up her water cup and took a sip. Her

nervousness didn’t go unnoticed, and it made the others tense up too.

“Did Mr. Grant give you a hard time?” Selene lowered her voice, her tone filled with concern.

The others were watching her closely, clearly eager for details.

“It's fine. Mr. Grant is just strict, and there are a few small things | need to work on,” Joycelyn replied.

really scared,” Selene said, furrowing her brow with a worried expression.

“Then why do you look so pale? You: Everyone who knew Joycelyn knew she was usually calm and composed, so

seeing her this anxious was unusual-and it caught everyone's attention.

“It was my first treporting directly to the CEO. Who wouldn't be nervous?” Joycelyn took another deep

breath, her eyelashes fluttering. She didn’t dare look up at the concerned faces of her coworkers, feeling a wave

of discomfort in her

chest.

“So what does Mr. Grant think?” Aurelia asked, walking over to glance at the report. She noticed there were a

few small notes written in the margins.

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“It’s good that you made it out alive. Mr. Grant is the type of person who... well, he’s like a celestial being. His

presence is something most people can’t handle.

“The last twe had lunch, the tension almost scared the hell out of me,” Selene said, recalling the meal with a

rueful laugh as she patted her chest in self-comfort.

Joycelyn couldn't help but laugh at that. “Yes, that was the first tI've ever seen you so quiet. You barely said

a word and just kept eating.”

“Exactly! | was terrified. By the way, do you think Mr. Grant is

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Joycelyn’s cheeks were burning as she stammered, “It’s clearly you!” She couldn't bring herself to finish the

sentence and quickly fell silent.

Ellison's voice was low and calm. “What about me?”

Joycelyn wanted to say it was because he was too domineering, too demanding. But those words, she only dared

to think in her head, never to speak aloud.

“It's fine. I'll just drink it,” Joycelyn said, her face flushed. She tried to sound nonchalant, though she desperately

wished the could bury her face in the soup bowl and gulp it down like water.

“I'm done.” Joycelyn said, wiping her lips with a tissue. “Now, shall we get to the work report?”

“Sure,” Ellison replied.

Joycelyn immediately stood up to get the report. Ellison ate his lunch at a leisurely pace, while she sat across

from him, earnestly going over the details of her work.

As she spoke, Ellison listened intently, occasionally asking a question or two. By the the finished his meal,

she had wrapped up her report.

That's everything. If there's nothing else, may | go rest now?” Joycelyn held her folder tightly, her desire to leave

written all over her face.

“Go ahead,” Ellison said, wiping his mouth with a napkin. His eyes lingered on her hand, where the ring sparkled

on her slender finger.

Joycelyn stood up and was about to leave when something seemed to occur to her. She turned back around, her

face serious and looked at Ellison.

“Mr. Grant, | heard this ring costs tens of thousands of dollars. It feels too flashy for me. | was thinking of

swapping it for a similar, more affordable one. Is that alright?”

A ring worth over 20 thousand dollars seemed completely out of place on her hand, especially for someone like

her, from an ordinary background.

“Is 20 thousand dollars really that much?” Ellison asked, his tone casual, almost indifferent, leaving Joycelyn

momentarily speechless.

A brief shadow passed over her gentle, thoughtful eyes, but she quickly explained. “To you, it might be nothing.

But for me, it’s a lot-it’s almost a whole year’s salary, | can't afford it, and | certainly can’t pay it back.”

“I never asked you to pay it back,” Ellison replied, his eyes narrowing slightly, his gaze settling on her with quiet

intensity,

In that brief moment when his cold, steady eyes met hers, Joycelyn felt a sudden sense of urgency rise in her

chest.

His silent, commanding presence made her feel a little breathless. He looked so composed, yet when his aura

shifted, there was a sharpness to him-like a hawk’s piercing gaze-that almost felt suffocating.

“I know you don’t care about these things,” Joycelyn hurried to explain. Her voice grew softer, and a slight

tremor crept into her tone. “It’s just... | don’t feel right accepting it. And... | don’t want to get used to relying on

things | haven't earned.”

She spoke gently and patiently, her words almost a plea. “I just want us to live according to our own means. Is

that okay?”

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Ellison didn’t respond right away. He simply watched her in silence, his expression unreadable, his dark eyes

calm and steady. The bright midday sun streamed through the windows, casting a soft glow on his chiseled

features that offered no hint of what he might be thinking.

Joycelyn swallowed, a wave of anxiety flooding over her. She wasn’t sure if her words had upset him. After all,

Ellison was like a prince, and probably very few people dared to speak to him the way she had

As Joycelyn thought about it, she couldn't help but feel a little regretful. Just as she was starting to feel uneasy,

Ellison spoke up. “Got it.”

“What?” Joycelyn froze for a second, her clear eyes flickering with uncertainty. “Thank you for understanding, Mr.

Grant.”

Clutching her folder, she couldn't stop herself from giving him a quick bow.

* was left speechless. Before he could say anything else, Joycelyn quickly grabbed her folder and hurried out of

the

roon

She kept her head down, walking briskly as if something was chasing her, only letting out a relieved sigh once

she was safely in the elevator. She thought, “That was close! His angry expression is really intimidating.”

Joycelyn took a deep breath, her hand pressed to her chest as she tried to calm her racing heart. Her legs felt

weak, like they might give out any moment.

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