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Chapter 11
Chapter 11
At Joycelyn's insistence, Ellison drove until they found a secluded spot almost a quarter-mile from the dealership. After all, when you marry someone, you accommodate their quirks.
"Why don't I browse alone while you wait in the car?" Joycelyn suggested.
His silent exit and door slam answered that. She secured the wooden box in her arm and fumbled another mask from her purse. "Could you please wear this?"
Though displeasure flashed across his face, he complied. His silence made her hyperaware of
maintaining a respectful few steps' distance as they walked.
She'd always thought calling someone naturally aristocratic was melodramatic. Now, watching him move, she realized that description fell short. Even masked in a simple shirtand slacks, is every gesture proclaimed him exceptional
Though luxury showrooms lined the boulevard, with salespeople eagerly anticipating this distinguished gentleman's entrance, Ellison strode purposefully toward the economy section at the far end.
Octavia, lounging in a BMW, spotted her stepsister with astonishment. Her surprise turned to sneering amusement at their destination.
'She found some impressive man who can only afford a cheap car. Octavia thought mockingly. Only fear of embarrassing her wealthy boyfriend kept her from openly taunting Joycelyn.
"Hi, can I see the compact model?" Joycelyn asked.
The eager saleswoman glanced hopefully at Ellison before answering. Just the compact model?" Disappointment colored.
her tone.
"Yeah, what's available now?" Joycelyn rushed, mortified at making him waste time in this modest showroom.
Ellison scanned around the place and clearly wasn't impressed. He strolled over to Joycelyn, who was listening to the sales pitch.
ou like this one!" His bemused tone spoke volumes.
"You
"Perfect for city commuting." Joycelyn assured him. "It's all-electric, really practical.
'Fine. Inspection time," he said,
The saleswoman brightened. "Our financing includes zero interest
"Cash." His tone brooked no discussion.
The saleswoman flinched at Ellison's intimidating aura and quickly assisted the couple selecting the desired car.
The entire process-selection, inspection, paperwork-took barely fifteen minutes Just a little bit over 30,000 dollars in
total.
Bearning at her precious new car, Joycelyn started, "About the money, I'll rep-" His sharp glance cut her off mid-word, transforming her intended "repay you" into: "Tll find a way to thank you."
"How?" He leaned closer.
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Her lashes fluttered at his intense gaze before she looked away. I think of something
"Do that." He tucked the contract into his Rolls-Royce
Let me drive you!" Her excitement bubbled over.
"Is it a convertible?" His dry tone suggested he already knew.
"Uh... no, she murmured.
For a car that only cost a few tens of thousands, there was no way it would be a convertible. "Then what makes you think I'll fit?" he asked.
She assessed his height doubtfully. Then... maybe you want to walk back to the parking spot?" His expression needed no translation.
"Would you like to have a try? It's small, but you might just fit, she offered hesitantly, biting her lip. 9.47%2
situation was awkward-he'd just bought her a car, yet here she was, suggesting he walk back to his own car. Still, the -ht of someone of his status squeezed into this budget vehicle felt equally uncomfortable. "No." He headed for his Rolls-Royce, refusing to squeeze into what he clearly viewed as a toy car. Octavia, accompanying her wealthy boyfriend while he had his car modified, spotted Joycelyn emerging from the dealership. She couldn't resist snapping photos for the family chat.
Joycelyn drove cautiously, waiting at intersections for Ellison's majestic vehicle. The contrast was stark- his sales tax alone could buy several of her models.
Pulling out his car, Ellison flashed his headlights at Joycelyn's compact car, signaling her to take the lead. She carefully turned and pulled ahead
On the three-lane highway, traffic mysteriously parted. While Joycelyn credited her New Driver's sticker, she missed how other drivers maintained nervous distance from the imposing Rolls-Royce trailing her modest vehicle.
People are so considerate of new drivers, she thought cheerfully feeling confident and safe with Ellison following behind. She remained oblivious to the worried glances from drivers wondering why this novice dared precede such automotive royalty.
For the first time ever, Ellison treated his Rolls-Royce like a common car, watching her cautious progress while enjoying his music, one hand resting casually on the window.
Thirty minutes later in the office garage, after parking in his reserved spot, he searched for her, finally spotting a beige compact car repeatedly failing at parallel parking.
Inside her car, Joycelyn frowned in frustration. Despite the small size, she couldn't manage to fit between two SUVs. She'd tried remembering her driving lessons, but nothing worked.
Ellison's tap on her window interrupted her desperate Googling of parking tips.
"What's wrong?" he asked as she lowered it, his sculptured features growing even more pronounced in exasperation. "Have you missed four attempts?
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"I haven't driven since getting my license, she admitted sheepishly. "I keep thinking I'm going to scrape the cars next to me."
"Move over," he commanded, his cold expression and furrowed brow radiating an unapproachable aura.
"But someone might see-" She darted around nervously. They were supposed to keep a low profile at the office.
"Would you mind parking it for me, Mr. Grant? I'll get off first." Without waiting for a response, she snatched up her bag and scrambled out, positioning herself at a professionally appropriate distance. He regarded her economy car with clear disdain before folding his frame into the driver's seat, nearly brushing the roof. He looked like an adult in a toy car.
In one smooth motion, he slipped the car into its spot with practiced ease. Joycelyn could only stare, mesmerized.
When he got out and shut the door, the fluid grace of his movements contrasted with his aloof expression, creating an aura of effortless masculine sophistication that left her momentarily breathless.
"Good job, Mr. Grant! Her enthusiastic thumbs-up made him pause.
His intense gaze sent her heart racing. Fumbling for distraction, she checked her phone, accidentally opening her mother's
message.
Her mother wanted her to come home for dinner, apologize to Phineas properly, and make things right. Her defiance would only make her mother's life at home more difficult.
Joycelyn's smile vanished instantly. Tucking away her phone, she said quickly, "I should get to work. Bye, Mr. Grant!"
She hurried toward the elevator, head down, keeping proper distance as if the need to avoid any hint of impropriety was etched into her very being.
As she watched the floor indicator counting down, she didn't notice him approach from behind. She rushed into the elevator, frantically pressing the door close button before even selecting her floor. Just as the doors began to slide shut, his tall, elegant figure strode purposefully in beside her.
"Don't you have a private elevator?" She instantly pressed the door open button, her fingertips white from the pressure. "Am I banned from this one?" His gaze fixed on her, his composure contrasting sharply with her panic.
"We agreed to keep this private! Please, let's avoid being seen together, like before, pretending we don't know each other!" she pleaded.
A sudden noise outside made her heart stop. Please, she silently begged, 'don't let anyone else come
in!"
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