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Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 1239

She was right by his side, and they had a cute kid. Why should he be in a hurry?

No matter how cold her heart was once frozen, he warmed her up a little, until she belonged to him completely.

The lost daughter, Iris, must not want them to live in pain forever either.

Andres will have another sibling.

"What are you doing?" Joyce struggled in his arms for a moment and looked around. Luckily Ivy wasn't in the living room.

"Nothing, just wanted to hug you." Luther's voice was mushy in her ear.

He intends to act as if nothing is wrong, revert to his old rogue's accent, and soften up with her.

He knows her weakness, she is soft-hearted. The most crucial thing is that she can't let him get hurt.

He was actually a little smug in his heart. Because he found that since he said he had broken a few ribs, every time he held her forcibly, she never resisted him with force, fearing that his injured sternum, would crack again.

"Let go!" Joyce pushed him, this time with a little more force.

"Hmm." Luther pretended to muffle a grunt, his handsome brow furrowed, his expression looking a little pained.

"What's wrong?" Joyce tensed up at once. Reaching out, she touched his tight chest, "Did you shoot at you that day and the impact of the bullet was too great, causing the old wound to recur?"

She reached out her hands carelessly, crossing the lines of his muscles, making him almost lose control of himself. He really want to eat her up immediately.

"Let's go to the hospital and get a chest X-ray, which we neglected before." She suggested.

"It's not necessary." He laughed lowly.

Joyce looked up and gave him a blank look, "You're not a doctor, how do you know if something is wrong?"

"You're not me, so how do you know if I'm okay?" He asked rhetorically.

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