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 time he finished his meal, she had wrapped
up her report.
That’s everything. If there’s nothing else, may I 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, I heard this ring costs tens of thousands of dollars. It feels too flashy for me. I 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, I can’t afford it, and I 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... I don’t feel right accepting it. And... I don’t want to get used to relying on things I 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.
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 came up 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 I 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 time reporting 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 time we 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 time I’ve ever seen you so quiet. You barely said a word and just
kept eating.”
“Exactly! I 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 time he finished his meal, she had wrapped
up her report.
That’s everything. If there’s nothing else, may I 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, I heard this ring costs tens of thousands of dollars. It feels too flashy for me. I 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, I can’t afford it, and I 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... I don’t feel right accepting it. And... I don’t want to get used to relying on things I 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.
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 came up 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 I 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 time reporting 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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52%
“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 time we 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 time I’ve ever seen you so quiet. You barely said a word and just
kept eating.”
“Exactly! I was terrified. By the way, do you think Mr. Grant is seeing anyone?” Selene, recovering from her earlier shock.
couldn’t resist switching gears and jumping into gossip mode.
Joycelyn’s eyes flickered with uncertainty, and she quickly looked down, pretending to be busy organizing her things.
Joycelyn, you look really nervous,” Selene said, her sharp eyes immediately noticing something was off. She suddenly stopped
her, a teasing glint in her eyes. “Are you... are you and Mr. Grant...?”
Joycelyn’s heart skipped a beat. Caught off guard and feeling guilty, she froze up and fumbled for words. “N–no! What are you
talking about? I’m not nervous...
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seeing anyone?” Selene, recovering from her earlier shock. couldn’t resist switching gears and jumping into gossip mode.
Joycelyn’s eyes flickered with uncertainty, and she quickly looked down, pretending to be busy organizing her things.
Joycelyn, you look really nervous,” Selene said, her sharp eyes immediately noticing something was off. She suddenly stopped
her, a teasing glint in her eyes. “Are you... are you and Mr. Grant...?”
Joycelyn’s heart skipped a beat. Caught off guard and feeling guilty, she froze up and fumbled for words. “N–no! What are you
talking about? I’m not nervous...
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