Ellison And Joycelyn A Love Beyond The Rules novel Chapter 138

Chapter 138 

Chapter 138 

Joycelyn was a mess. She glanced nervously at Ellison’s annoyingly perfect face and blurted, “Um… Mr. Grant… Does it hurt?” 

“Shut up,” he said flatly, not even looking at her. She clamped he mouth shut so fast her teeth nearly clicked. 

Hesitating, she reached out and gently rubbed the back of her head, replaying everything that had just happened. 

Joycelyn realized, belatedly, that all he wanted was her to lie on his lap to dry her hair. She had acted like a skittish squirrel 

for no reason. 

“I’m sorry,” she said softly, watching his broad back. Somehow, the situation felt like a guilty scumbag apologizing to an innocent victim. 

Ellison didn’t respond. His expression gave nothing away as he stared at the wall, completely ignoring her. 

The silence was unbearable. Grabbing the hairdryer, Joycelyn soooted closer. “Let me dry your hair, okay? You’ll get a headache if you go to bed like this.” 

She turned on the hairdryer and set it to warm. Her hands trembled as she aimed the airflow at his damp hair, careful not to touch him. 

Ellison glanced at her from the corner of his eye, but said nothing- 

She could feel his stare, but didn’t dare meet it. Heart racing, she focused on getting the job done quickly. 

Once his hair was dry, she slid back to her side of the couch, picked up the dryer again, and started on her own. 

Nobody said anything anymore. The only sound in the room was the hum of the hairdryer. The tension was thick, the air cold despite the heat. 

Halfway through drying her hair, Joycelyn switched off the dryer. The noise was too much. She stole a glance at Ellison; still lying there, motionless, staring off into space. 

She wondered if it was taking him this long to get over what she had done. 

“Um… Should I get a doctor to check on you?” Joycelyn felt the atmosphere was too weird and couldn’t help but move closer. 

“Don’t worry, it’s not that bad. No hard feelings, Ellison said, shifting to lie down, 

Joycelyn watched him from this angle. His usual cold, polished vibe was a little off. His short hair was messy, falling onto his forehead, making him look way more laid–back than usual. 

“Oh, okay, that’s good then,” she said, finally feeling a bit of relief 

After that, Joycelyn realized she had messed up. She probably made it sound like she cared way too much. 

She caught his gaze and quickly turned off the bedside lamp. Lying down, she stared at the stars. 

“Good night. I’m going to sleep,” she mumbled, turning away. 

Then, feeling like she might’ve come off too cold, she turned back and inched closer to him. 

Out of nowhere, Ellison pulled her into his arm 

but this time, it wasn’t forceful. “Sleep.” 

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Joycelyn smiled and stopped resisting. The scent of roses on him made her feel calm, and before she knew it, she was asleep. 

They had wedding photos to take tomorrow, and after the event of the day, they were just sleeping peacefully now, 

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The next morning, though she had promised to wake up early to watch the sunrise, when Joycelyn woke up, it was already 

lare. 

Today was the start of their official solo trip. 

She blinked, and when she looked over, Ellison was already on the huge sofa by the French window, working on his laptop, with the deep sea spread out in front of h 

“You’re awake?” he asked, glancing at the sleepy woman in bed. His voice was deep and steady, carrying the weight of a man used to being in charge. 

Compared to his composed look. Joycelyn felt like a total mess. Her hair was all over the place, and her collar was loose, showing half of her shoulder. 

She was feeling lazy, but the view outside was so stunning that she widened her eyes speechlessly. 

“It’s almost ten o’clock. If you still want to see the sunrise, there’s another one on the island. You’ll have a chance in the next few days, Ellison said, trying to reassure her. 

Joycelyn nodded, taking a sip of warm water from the bedside table, feeling a little more awake. 

“So, we’re staying on the island for the next few days, right? Just the two of us?” She walked barefoot over to his side and plopped down next to him with a pillow in her arms. 

“Well, you could always head to the city if you want, Ellison replied, his focus still on his laptop, 

Joycelyn took a closer look and realized there were eight little squares on the screen. It was a video conference. 

“Oh my god, you’re in a meeting!” she exclaimed, sitting up straight. Then, she crawled across the sofa on all fours. 

From the different skin tones, it looked like an international call. She wondered if they had seen her. 

Just yesterday, Ellison had promised they would be alone and free to relax in a foreign country. But, well, that was short- lived. 

Even though the people in the meeting only got a glimpse of Joycelyn’s face, the whole vibe shifted, and they started teasing. 

Ellison calmly said, “That’s my wife.