Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 117

"Auntie, I'm sorry, she won't take any money." Luther smoothly yanked Joyce up from her seat and tugged her to her side, bending and bowing, "Sorry, auntie, I'll come to the Heath family to explain in person some other time, goodbye for now."

"I … am not …" Joyce was completely confused by Luther's sudden behavior.

After saying that, Luther dragged Joyce stiffly and left the cafe without looking back.

Cecelia looked at the scene in front of her, picked up a glass, and blandly took a few sips of lemon juice.

She looked at the envelope lying quietly on the table.

She sighed and muttered to herself, "Are they really getting married under false pretenses? Charlotte, are you really sure that you and Luther are in love?"

She stood up, grabbed her bag, and left the cafe with a strained expression.

Outside the cafe.

Joyce had not been able to do anything at all, and by the time she did, she was already being dragged to the door by Luther.

Joyce struggled as she shouted down, "Luther, what are you doing? I didn't even say goodbye to auntie, that's so rude."

"And, who said she was paying me? You just can’t tell right from wrong!" She was so angry that her cheeks puffed up in a cute way, "Let go of me, I have to go back, I'm not done with her yet."

"What else could it be if it wasn't money?" Luther didn't care and kept dragging Joyce to the secluded and unoccupied shade of the alley.

All afternoon, he thought about it or felt bad, sitting on pins and needles in the office, and finally came to the cafe to find her and take her away.

"Wouldn't it be to give you a sum of money to get you to leave me?" He asked, "I can't think of any reason Cecelia needs to see you other than to get you to leave me."