Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 1122

After Luther made the call, he took a few laps downstairs alone to de-stress himself.

He did not want to bring the depression home, and he would hate it to cause any burden to Joyce.

For now, it's best to let her be an outsider. Otis would not have the time to bother her for a while. He himself had just established a new military power and had a lot to keep him busy.

The night breeze was cold and it kept getting their way into his body.

Just now he was in a hurry to go downstairs and he did not wear much. Gradually he felt his limbs numb.

He rubbed his stiff hands together and decided to go back to the apartment.

He then went upstairs and opened the door and entered the living room.

Anderson had already taken a bath and changed into his cute little dinosaur pajamas, and Joyce was walking out of the bathroom with him in her arms.

"You look cold! Do you want to go in and take a bath? It’s very comfortable." Anderson said with concern.

Luther walked up and touched his little nose, "No, thank you, Anderson. Good night."

"Huh, your hand is cold." Anderson made a gesture to avoid Luther's cold fingers. He yawned, "Mommy, I'm going to sleep. I'm so sleepy."

Joyce carried him to the room and settled him to sleep, "Good boy, you sleep first. Mommy will come in and sleep with you at night."

"Okay, Mommy, good night." Anderson nodded obediently.

Joyce turned off the lights and walked out.

Then, she gently closed the door of the room.

When she looked up, she saw Luther standing in the living room, and his body was still shivering slightly. She asked, "You came downstairs in your pajamas to make a phone call. It's only natural to feel cold. Should I get you a blanket to put on?"

"We have underestimated his ambition and ability." Joyce bristled. At first, she really thought that Otis was just climbing up the ladder with Charlotte and the Heath family.

She didn't realize that Otis was the real jackal.

She thought of Cecelia, that mother-like gentle and mild woman. She had always had a soft spot for Cecelia and wondered how Cecelia was doing now.

For some reason, she was vaguely worried and didn't want Cecelia to get hurt.

"Yes. I thought he was ambitious but I didn't think it would be so soon. After all, he's still young. There's no need to be in such a hurry. The high-ranked officers inside the military can't all buy into his account." Luther poured himself a glass of water and drank it down slowly.

"The high-ranked officers must be paying attention to the situation to protect themselves. No one wants to easily give up existing glory and wealth, and they are even less willing to take risks." Joyce exasperated.

Luther put down his teacup, "That's right."