Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 1377

Chapter 1377

When he finished, he turned to Luther, "The master bedroom is packed, young master and lady, please go upstairs."

Joyce took Anderson's hand, "It's twelve o'clock, no more delays."

"Okay." Anderson was a child after all, and felt tired after a while.

Joyce took Andres to shower and wash up.

After they were packed up, they went to the master bedroom where she carried Andres to the king-size bed and soon put Andres to sleep.

Lying in bed, looking at the once familiar room.

She lived in the master bedroom for a while at the time.

Thinking back to how good Stephanie had been to her, she felt a sense of emotion within her heart.

In the end, she was able to find out the truth for Stephanie, and four years of unresolved cases finally came to light. There are too many hardships along the way to express in words.

There are always regrets when someone has passed away.

After Luther washed up, he came to the room.

The lights are still on, and the faint light reflects her stunningly beautiful side face.

She seems to have something on her mind, her thoughts are indistinct and she keeps drifting off.

He walked over, stepped onto the bed, and took her into his arms.

"What's wrong, what's on your mind?" He sniffed the fresh scent of her body, mesmerized by it.

"Thinking about Grandma." Joyce didn't deny it either, she just said it.

Luther froze.

When you return to your hometown, it is inevitable to remember the sorrowful past. He has been reluctant to return to the main residence for many years for the same reason. Good thing, now there is her.

The death of his grandmother was also the pain of his life.

"Don't think so much, everything will pass. The most difficult time have survived, the rest will be solved smoothly, believe me."

Joyce was rarely at ease in his arms.

I haven't set foot back in Khebury for four years.

It was hard not to feel a lot of emotions when I came back.

Luther quietly wrapped his arms around her and gently stroked her until he felt her in his arms and even breathing coming from her.

Turn on the night light.

He turned his head sideways and looked at her sleeping face in the faint light.

After four years, finally in his own home, in this bed, holding her to sleep again.

He was satisfied.