Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 45

A dangerous feeling assaulted her whole body, a familiar feeling, as if she was forced to lose her body

that night. Domination, no resistance.

"No, let go." She was scared.

The memory of that night overwhelmed her and her whole body trembled.

Like finally sensing her difference.

Luther let go of her.

Joyce instinctively clenched her chest collar, gasped violently, and tried her best to control the

trembling. The feeling of humiliation came up, and the eyes instantly moistened.

He had never seen her being scared before. To be precise, it should be called fear.

Being chased and in the shootout, she can calmly and easily cope with it.

What exactly was she afraid of? Was he a viper and a beast? What made her so afraid of?

"What, isn't that what you want?" The temperature in Luther's eyes chilled down, "How long do you

want to play the game of cat and mouse?"

Joyce fell into the couch and curled up, hugging her calves and calming her panicked heartbeat, not

wanting to take any more of his insulting words.

The look on her face made his heart prickle a little, and eventually he didn't say anything more.

"Knock knock"

At that moment, a knocking came in burst.

"Luther, Joyce, are you two there?" NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

It was Stephanie's voice.

Luther stroked his forehead and complained that his grandmother learned to inspect them early in the

morning.

He casually put on a shirt and went up to unlock the door.

When the door was open, Grandma could see the ambiguous scene in the room with a mess of clothes

and the flushed Joyce.

"Go ahead and continue. You guys go on." Stephanie was so satisfied and couldn't stop smiling. It was

nice that these two finally knew what to do.

Stephanie was just about to close the door for them.

Joyce rushed up at this time and held the door handle, "Grandma, I have to go to work. I need to go."

said in a hurry.

At this moment she can't hide her red lips, nor her flushed face, nor her messy clothes.

But she just couldn't stay here any longer.

She wasn't sure that if Luther would completely lose control when the door was closed again.

She darted out, not looking back.

Stephanie said to Luther, "Be gentle, don't scare her. I'll have the kitchen make you sea cucumber later,

so you can strengthen your body. I don't have much time left, so if she can get pregnant, I'll die with no

regrets."

"Grandma, don't be ridiculous. Look how good you are now." Luther hated to hear such words.

Grandma was the most important family to him.

"Okay, okay." Stephanie turned to leave, stumbling slowly down the stairs. She was indeed in good

spirits, but only she knew that she was hanging on by a thread with pain medication. Now she had

tripled her dosage and still couldn't restrain the pain from time to time. She didn't have much time left.

Luther closed the door and stepped into the bathroom again.

He just took a bath in vain, because he was feeling hot again. He unscrewed the cold water faucet to

wake himself up.

It was Felix's fault that made him drink so much wine yesterday.

He wanted to pick up Joyce by car. It would be too late to go back home without a car for Joyce. It was

not easily to drive a car to the Garden Street and stop on her way to the subway. His head was too

painful to let him continue driving.

Although he was drunk last night, but still had a vague impression that this woman took off his pants

and clothes, and touched on his body, so that he could not endure until the morning.